There would never be anyone who loved her like that again. No one. Buffy might meet a guy someday who had all the qualities she wanted, maybe even what she needed. He could be great looking, a fantastic kisser, strong and stable, sweet when it counted and funny when it didn’t. But he’d never make her burn. He’d never fight for his soul. He’d never sacrifice himself for her, for her friends and loved ones. He’d never be Spike.

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(Source: mylittlegoldilocks, via charmedark)

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