A hundred plus years, and there’s only one thing I’ve ever been sure of - you. 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. You’re a hell of a woman. You’re the one, Buffy.
Look at yourself. Can you blame us?
How Spike saves girls in alleys.
The BEAUTIFUL James Marsters!
Not My Picture Handy Work!