Update: Moffat Rips My Heart Out

No, we most certainly are not okay. The season finale of my all-time favorite show was this past Saturday, and in said episode, we had to say goodbye to two beloved characters. Now, this show has been running for 50 years, so we periodically have to say goodbye to people who we've fallen in love with over the past couple of seasons as Steven Moffat, the writer, gets rid of them in some sad and depressing way. Don't get me wrong, the man's a genius. But he thinks of the saddest, most depressing endings imaginable. This time, the Ponds were sent back in time, to a place where the Doctor can't return. It isn't one of those times where we MIGHT see them again in a random episode. They died. Admittedly it was a perfect ending. They ended up living out the rest of their lives together. But, but, but, they broke his heart. 

And mine too. I LOVED Amy and Rory. But that's another thing about this show, you fall so in love with all of the characters that you are legitimately depressed when they're gone. I really, truly know how pathetic it seems that I'm writing about this in my blog and how incredibly attached I am to this show and all of its characters, but I just have to let this out. I adore everything about Doctor Who. It is so well written, and this episode, Angels Take Manhattan, the ending was wonderful. But it was wonderfully sad. I am going to miss them like I miss everyone who enters this show, captures your heart and leaves again. I hate endings. And even though the show isn't ending, Amy and Rory are. It still makes me sad every time I think about it. All of the Whovians are in this depression mode right now, and no one else knows. I don't know what else to say. I'll get over it. I'll re-watch the Pond's seasons for the next little while and then I'll fall in love with his next companion until she's killed off too. I love this show. Its marvelous. But anyway, goodbye Ponds. You were FANTASTIC. And you'll be missed.