The Doctor saw it completely differently. He'd lived nine hundred years just to find her when he'd least expected it and needed her most.
"Rose, I'm sorry," he muttered again. "Should have told you, just hate always giving you these horrible bits of my life. But there was good. Just nothing as good as when I found you."
He looked up at the ceiling. "You promised forever, Rose Tyler. I'm gonna find a way to give you exactly that."