last night, i came home to my sister in a buffy marathon (once again). since i wasn’t sleepy yet, i sat down to watch a few scenes with her. this scene is what i ended up watching. i almost cried. a part of me would like to expound on the beauty of what was said, but this really says it all…

…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.