so love the one you hold and I'll be your goal, to have and to hold, a lover of the light
You know, while listening to epic trailer music and thinking of whouffle, I realize that Moffat’s been building up for the past half a season one of the most epic fictional romances in the world, about lovers scattered through time and falling in love and esteeming each and every piece of themselves that they find, never remembering, and never running away from each other.
"If your friends mean that much to you, then you’re a very lucky man,” said Clara.
"I know," smiled the Doctor.
"Want to know what this friend is thinking right now?"
"What?" asked the Doctor. “Is it that you’d like to be taller? Because I think you should be taller. When I hug you, I can feel your breath on my chest. It’s weird."
I know my saviour’s love is real
Your love is real