almost got what she wanted.
What she wanted was The Doctor, yes, but she also wanted to spend her time floating through space and saving the universe and travelling with the man who had two hearts that both beat for her. She wanted to find the redemption in everybody and hold the power of the Vortex without it hurting and leave behind the only home she’s known to venture into the unknown.
Instead, the man she loves takes the vortex from her and changes. The Daleks prove irremediable, the home she loves is too fragile for her to stay away, and the man she loves, The Doctor, eventually accepts the bi-dimensionality of their now-estranged relationship and essentially moves on.
But that doesn’t stop her from her relentless pursuit of happiness. She crosses dimensions and shouts silently from screens and appears to the wrong person multiple times before getting it right, before being reunited with the fantastic man with his fantastic adventures and his fantastic self.
And because of that wrong person, she gets what she wants. Almost. And so she got The Doctor, yes, but instead of two hearts he had only one. Instead of a TARDIS and a screwdriver he had only himself. But he had love, and the courage to say it.
And that was enough.