You listen to me. I’ve been alive a bit longer than you.. and dead a lot longer than you….. I’ve seen things you couldn’t imagine and done things I prefer you didn’t. I don’t exactly have a reputation for being a thinker I follow my blood … which doesn’t exactly rush in the direction of my brain…so I make a lot of mistakes, a lot of wrong bloody calls.
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.