Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy The Vampire Slayer. If I did Tara would never have died, Xander and Anya would still be together, and Faith and Buffy would have kids by now.
I trusted her. I loved her. I believed her.
We were more alike than we were different. She was the only person who understood me, the only one who could.
Then she betrayed us. I should have seen it coming. I should have helped her. I still loved her through it all.
I knew I had to stop her sometime. Then, when she poisoned Angel, I knew that I had to do it before more people got hurt. I wasn't planning to kill her, but the moment she fell from the roof I realized what I had done.
I thought she was dead and I knew that I couldn't live without her. That night I went back to Angel and as I let him drink my blood I could only hope that he would kill me.
Eventually, I thought I was over her. I had attempted a few relationships in the process. Then she woke from her coma. When I saw her I could feel her pain. I knew she had seen me with Riley.
Now it's been years. She's back to help us with the battle against the First. I still love her even though she seems to be over me.
So I'll love her in silence, just like I always have.