“A hundred plus years, and there’s only one thing I’ve ever been sure of – you. Hey, 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, and it has nothing to do with me. I love what you are. What you do. How you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you, and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You are a hell of a woman. You’re the one, Buffy.”
What I loved first in Willow/Tara is that their story didn’t end when they got together. It was more of a beginning. We got them being cute together, being funny, fighting demons together, saving each other, and it did never make them boring. Then we got their first serious fight, and it was horrible, and honestly I could do without the way it ends, but my point stands: we see them be together. For real. The UST part, while adorable, is not all there is.
I had loved Willow from the beginning, clever, loyal, socially awkward, brave in front of danger, wanting always to know more. I loved how Tara’s shyness hid true niceness and strong.
Also, witches. Witches are awesome. And Amber Benson can sing really well.