And now it’s time for one last bow, like all your other selves. Eleven’s hour’s over now, the clock is striking Twelve’s
As a wonderfully magical and yet bitter sweet, Christmas gift to myself, I spent last night with the 11th Doctor and was joined by my mom, my brother and his girlfriend (all of whom I am happy to say, got a kick out of Matt Smith’s Doctor even if this was the first time they had ever seen the magic that is the one and only, Doctor Who). The Christmas Special of Doctor Who, The Time of the Doctor, was sadly Matt Smith’s last episode as the Raggedy Man and I have to say that it was a proper ending for him. It was funny, exciting, touching, and sweet and these things are coincidentally everything that Matt is. I’ve mentioned before my undying love for 11 and that certainly has not changed. I love and adore Matt Smith in immeasurable amounts. I love every single Doctor, even if I’ve only had the honor of getting to know 3 of them. This show has changed my life in ways that I could have never imagined. When I started watching it a few years ago, I had no idea what I was getting myself into or what fandom I was opening a door to. But I am so very glad that I did. Christopher Eccelston changed me; David Tennant rearranged me, and Matt Smith did the unimaginable. He put me at a loss for words. People ask me why he is my most adored Doctor out of the wonder that is the others, and I can never explain it. I usually end up saying something like, “I just can’t explain it. There is just something about him” and those words will forever ring true for me. There is just something about Matt Smith.
I miss and adore the 11th Doctor but all things have to end. I can honestly say that I am extremely excited to see what Peter Capaldi brings to the blue box and I can’t wait to see what 12 gets up to.
But let it be known: Matt Smith’s 11 may not have been my first Doctor, but he will always be my Doctor.