Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
Rory&Amy | Never let me go (by sheryloh)
Amy: I got old, Rory, what did you think was going to happen?
Rory: I don’t care that you got old. I care that we didn’t grow old together.
She can always hear me Doctor, always. Wherever she is, and she always knows that I am coming for her. Do you understand me? Always.
Rory Williams from Leadworth. My boyfriend. How could I ever forget you?
It’s got to be you two.