Title: Dear Buffy
Author: Litzie
Rating: PG
Summary: Between season 2 and 3...all the things Willow wanted to say.
Disclaimer: not mine.
June 18, 1998
Dear Buffy,
No that's wrong. If this were a note, if I were passing it to you tight in my fist while Mr. Howard asked the class if anyone knew what the Constitution was and everyone stared at him blankly ? if this were a note, I wouldn't write Dear at the beginning. At most, your name would be there, but maybe not even that, and this is really a note because I know that tomorrow you're going to show up at my door with Xander in tow and smile and laugh and it will be like nothing's changed. So I won't ever have to mail this, there will never be a stamp, no one will post mark it and send it through conveyor belts while they fantasize about bringing a machine gun to work.
Do you think postal workers call it going postal?
But sine you're not here right now, I mean this instant, this second, well?I thought that perhaps I would write you a note, and give it to you when I see you. Which will be soon. Very soon.
You've been gone for three weeks now, did you know? Actually twenty-two days. Not that we've been counting. Obviously you need some time to, you know, be on your own. I get it. Totally. Obviously I understand because you're my best friend and I don't need you to tell me things directly because we have this really special connection.
But it might be nice if you told me. Just kinda, you know, called me up? Or you could send me a letter. You, at least, have my address.
Your friend,
Willow
Author: Litzie
Rating: PG
Summary: Between season 2 and 3...all the things Willow wanted to say.
Disclaimer: not mine.
June 18, 1998
Dear Buffy,
No that's wrong. If this were a note, if I were passing it to you tight in my fist while Mr. Howard asked the class if anyone knew what the Constitution was and everyone stared at him blankly ? if this were a note, I wouldn't write Dear at the beginning. At most, your name would be there, but maybe not even that, and this is really a note because I know that tomorrow you're going to show up at my door with Xander in tow and smile and laugh and it will be like nothing's changed. So I won't ever have to mail this, there will never be a stamp, no one will post mark it and send it through conveyor belts while they fantasize about bringing a machine gun to work.
Do you think postal workers call it going postal?
But sine you're not here right now, I mean this instant, this second, well?I thought that perhaps I would write you a note, and give it to you when I see you. Which will be soon. Very soon.
You've been gone for three weeks now, did you know? Actually twenty-two days. Not that we've been counting. Obviously you need some time to, you know, be on your own. I get it. Totally. Obviously I understand because you're my best friend and I don't need you to tell me things directly because we have this really special connection.
But it might be nice if you told me. Just kinda, you know, called me up? Or you could send me a letter. You, at least, have my address.
Your friend,
Willow
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