"Now you listen to me. I don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood. Which doesn't exactly rush in the direction of my brain. So I make a lot of mistakes. A log of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus yeas, and there's only on thing I've ever been sure of. You. He look at me. I'm not asking you for anything. When I say I love you, it's not because I want you, or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are. What you do. How you try. I've seen you try, and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you, and I understand you with perfect clarity, exactly what you are. You're a hell of a woman." -Spike, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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