I remember Willow once said 'love makes you do the wacky'. I don't think it
makes you do the wacky, I think it IS the wacky. Love destroys you, it
takes your heart and it rips you into pieces, yet never once bothers to let
you know it's doing it. Love can get you killed, literally. Trust me, I
should know; I've been there more than enough times to know it.
Some people can be happy in love. I've seen it. Willow and Oz are, I just look at them and their love is like this palpable, tangible thing that you can almost see passing between them. It's sickening.
If I were Willow I wouldn't trust the whole 'love' thing. It nearly killed her once, yet she's playing with it once more. Moloch. She hasn't forgotten him, she still thinks about how she released him from the book and was tricked by him. Once bitten, twice shy obviously doesn't apply to her. But I swear that if that werewolf hurts her, I will kill him. And take pleasure in doing so.
I wonder if Willow's got over her whole hang-up about Xander. As long as I've known her, she's been in love with him, and there he is getting it together with, of all people, Cordelia Chase. I'd have thought he'd have more taste.
Then again, I suppose he did fall in love with a giant praying mantis who wanted to use him to fertilise her eggs. Another one of my friends who has fallen under the deadly spell of love, and come out of the other side relatively unscathed.
Love has even managed to worm it's way into the hearts of my mother, and even Giles, which is a very scary thing. Both of them have been hurt as well - not in the same way as Xander and Willow, I know but... Still they just get over it and carry on with their lives (with each other)
What survival mechanism do they have that I don't? Everyone I know has been crushed by the enemy known as love, fought it and lived to tell the tale. I'm the slayer - I kill demons and vampires and save the world every week. Why can't I defeat the love demon and get on with my life.
I love Angel... I shouldn't and it doesn't matter how many times other people, and myself, tell me that. I'm in love and I can't get over him. In another time and place this dilemma would be funny, normal teenage behaviour. But for me it never is.
He's a demon, a vampire. I'm the chosen one, the vampire slayer. And I should slay him and move on. But I can't
Because I love him.
Some people can be happy in love. I've seen it. Willow and Oz are, I just look at them and their love is like this palpable, tangible thing that you can almost see passing between them. It's sickening.
If I were Willow I wouldn't trust the whole 'love' thing. It nearly killed her once, yet she's playing with it once more. Moloch. She hasn't forgotten him, she still thinks about how she released him from the book and was tricked by him. Once bitten, twice shy obviously doesn't apply to her. But I swear that if that werewolf hurts her, I will kill him. And take pleasure in doing so.
I wonder if Willow's got over her whole hang-up about Xander. As long as I've known her, she's been in love with him, and there he is getting it together with, of all people, Cordelia Chase. I'd have thought he'd have more taste.
Then again, I suppose he did fall in love with a giant praying mantis who wanted to use him to fertilise her eggs. Another one of my friends who has fallen under the deadly spell of love, and come out of the other side relatively unscathed.
Love has even managed to worm it's way into the hearts of my mother, and even Giles, which is a very scary thing. Both of them have been hurt as well - not in the same way as Xander and Willow, I know but... Still they just get over it and carry on with their lives (with each other)
What survival mechanism do they have that I don't? Everyone I know has been crushed by the enemy known as love, fought it and lived to tell the tale. I'm the slayer - I kill demons and vampires and save the world every week. Why can't I defeat the love demon and get on with my life.
I love Angel... I shouldn't and it doesn't matter how many times other people, and myself, tell me that. I'm in love and I can't get over him. In another time and place this dilemma would be funny, normal teenage behaviour. But for me it never is.
He's a demon, a vampire. I'm the chosen one, the vampire slayer. And I should slay him and move on. But I can't
Because I love him.