I’m writing to you separately from the rest of the gang because I have a lot to say to you and I’m not sure they’d understand. If you’re reading this, I’m dead. It’s funny, I have so much to say but I’m having a hard time writing this, my letter to the rest came easily, why is this one special? I know why, because it’s you. I love you Angel, I have since I was sixteen years old and I still do. I hate that you had to leave me but I really do understand why you did it. I think it finally sunk in when you came for Mom’s funeral, it had been over a year since we’d kissed and you made me want you just by touching me. Thanks again for coming by the way. I’m sorry for anything hurtful I’ve ever said to you and I hope you’re doing well. I’m going to ask you not to take this too hard but if you still feel what I feel for you then I know you’re going too. I’m trying to make this letter flow, but I’ve never been much of a writer and I guess now is a good time to just come right out and say stuff. So here goes: It’s always been you, it was never Riley or anyone else, from the moment you first kissed me in my room, I knew I would never love anyone as much as I did/do you. I’m such a wimp, I’m crying. I’m fixing to go fight a goddess. Any suggestions? If I die, keep fighting, fight for me, fight for what I died for… the world. I’m still your girl. I love you.
Always Yours,
Buffy