Hey, look at me. I’m not asking you for anything. When I say I love you, it’s not because I want you, or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you, and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.
Now if only it had been me instead of Buffy hearing these words, and instead of Spike saying them it had been . . . um . . .
Oh, hell, I’d be on my back in two seconds for any man who said that to me and meant it.
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