S3 Buffy marathon. I'm near the end. It's 11pm and I'm sobbing my eyes out. The episode I just finished?
It's not what you think. It's not the Angel coming to the prom at the last minute. It started halfway through Jonathan's speech, where he's reading the letter from the prom committee, and by the time he announces that they made the Class Protector award just for Buffy, I'm crying. For Buffy.
You know, I love Spike. I really, really do. And I know there's a lot of Spike lovers out there who have serious issues with Buffy but you know what? I'm not one of them. It's OK if you do, but...not me. I wouldn't have invested so much devotion into a show if I didn't care about the principal character. In fact, I pretty much love the whole gang. Willow. Xander. Giles. It's why I try to write about as many of them as I can.
No deep thoughts here. Just the surprise of someone rediscovering just how much she loves her show.