1:01 a.m. - 23.12.02
Air; love is destructive.

Spike : "You can't pull this puppet's strings anymore."

Dru/the First : And what makes you think you have a choice? What makes you think you will ever be any good at all in this world?"

Spike : "She does.....because she believes in me."

It's cliche, it's been done, it's old, it's BUFFY, but it's classic. It's love, it's feeling, and it's beautiful, and while it is a constant battle to keep it's existance in my mind, things like that just throw it back in, and I'm optimistic as ever.

Now if only I would let myself opt for happiness, maybe that optimism would lead somewhere.

I want my Spike.

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