AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: [email protected]
SUMMARY: This is the ninth story in my Letters series. It's sorta sappy, but it's true!
SPOILER: Something Blue and Hero
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =) It'll also be on my page - http://planetangelus.homestead.com
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-PG
DISCLAIMER: Joss and David are evil, evil men. I love 'em, but they're evil!! Bad, bad writers/directors/executive producers! The song belongs to 98Degrees. Gotta love those hotties.
2/27/00
//Love
I see forever in your eyes
I can see Heaven in your smile
And when I told you close
I don't want to let go
Because deep in my soul I know
You are the only light I see
Your love means everything to me
I promise that we'll never part
'Cause you'll always be in my heart
If the sun should refuse to rise
And the moon doesn't hang in the night
The tides won't change
Seasons rearrange
When the world is through
I will still love you\\
Dear Angel,
You know that song 'American Pie'? I'm sure that you do. Well, Madonna has covered it for the soundtrack of her new album and her version is *so* good. I can't get it outta my head lately. Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee...
I'm not being direct now. I *have* to tell you what Willow did. Keep in mind that it wasn't really on purpose. I mean, it was, but not the way it turned out. I think that's what I mean.
She was really angry at us (mostly at Oz, because he left her) and she cast this spell that, in an odd way, made everything she said come true. Giles went blind, Xander was being hunted by demons (more than usual) and I was engaged to Spike.
Yes, you read that right. I was engaged to Spike.
Engaged.
To Spike.
You've got it now, right?
You didn't hurl this computer out the third story window or something, did you?
I wouldn't blame you if you did. It scared me too.
After I got out of the spell, I realized something.
I. Love. You.
I've always known that of course, but there are days when things look different and I'm having one, I guess.
This could be the delusion, the lack of sleep or the alcohol talking, but I know. One day, we'll be together.
One of these days, Angel.
And until then, I have this box of letters I've written you under my bed, and a set copied onto floppy diskette, just in case.
It keeps me going, and right now, all I need is to remember how to keep breathing. You know what they say.
Whatever works.
Love,
Buffy
*****
//Girl
You're like an angel from above
Sent here to shower me with your love
Hold me beneath your wings
Tell me all of the things
All of the hopes and the dreams we can share
'Cause I'll be your shelter from the storm
I'll be the fire that keeps you warm
I'll be your light in the dark
'Cause you'll always be in my heart
If the sun should refuse to rise
And the moon doesn't hang in the night
The tides won't change
Seasons rearrange
When the world is through
I will still love you
If anything could last forever
It's what I feel for you
Oh baby you touch my heart in ways
That words could never say
That's why I'll always love you
If the sun should refuse to rise
And the moon doesn't hang in the night
The tides won't change
Seasons rearrange
When the world is through
I will still love you\\
Dear Buffy,
I've lost a lot of people in the past, but never before did I lose someone I hadn't killed myself. That is, if I'm talking about loss in the sense of someone dying.
Doyle died last night. He....you know, to say he didn't choose to die would be lying. Someone had to, and he made the sacrifice to save me.
Stronger man than I on all accounts.
I know you didn't really know Doyle that well, but you woulda liked him, Buffy. He was funny and caring and so.....
He was my friend.
My first real friend in two-hundred and twenty-five years. Says a lot for him, I think.
I miss him, Buffy.
I've never had to deal with this before, this loss of someone I care about. At least not with a conscience. It's hard. You should see Cordelia. She mopes around and throws fits and breaks down anytime she feels his absence, which is often. I feel like I should be doing something for her. Hugging her, talking to her, something, but I don't know what.
He did leave a special surprise for her though.
She now gets his visions from the Powers That Be.
I don't think she embraces it as much as he did. She certainly doesn't want to see nude girls the way Doyle did, but she doesn't hate it, either.
Okay, I'm lying. She kissed me to try to get rid of it.
Don't worry, Buffy. Meant nothing. Felt nothing.
Oh, and one interesting gift under my Christmas tree....
Wesley is back.
Apparently, he's a 'rogue demon hunter' now and he's hanging around here. According to Cordy, you've got Spike. I suppose it's a toss up as to who got the raw deal.
I should go - I'm exhausted. I love you Buffy. Still. Always. Angel