Dear Matt Smith,
I’m sorry for writing you off like I did.
It feels like yesterday when my husband and I were at The Container Store talking with an employee about what a mistake your casting was. I even pulled up your picture on my phone to emphasize the point. That was before Tennant’s last season had even begun.
The funny thing about my judgment is at that point I had only ever seen a handful of Doctor Who episodes. A couple with Eccleston, who failed to incite anything within me and a handful of Tennant episodes. I love David Tennant. I’ve loved him since I first saw him. In the last few days I watched all of his seasons and I love him all the more for it, but somewhere in the middle of my Who-a-thon I realized something: you are my Doctor.
You and David played the part to absolute perfection in your own unique ways. I’ll never know if it’s due to the fact that I watched the entirety of your season before really delving into his, or if there is something unique to your iteration of The Doctor that resonates on a personal level.
Your awkwardness is so genuine - even the way you stand is adorable and amusing. The bowtie, the fez, the way you danced at Amy’s wedding… Your authenticity is what made all of those elements succeed in such a big way.
Of course, I’m not the only one guilty of such grave doubt. Who could even dream of filling Tennant’s shoes? Everyone was betting against you and you charmed them all.
So I’m sorry for the deprecating things I said. Regardless of the length of your run or who succeeds you, you will always be my Doctor.
- Annika
