It's kinda ironic, really. She's everything I never was, everything I've
always wanted to be. Sexy, cool, confident, self-reliant, and strong-
willed, not to mention brave. And she's my girlfriend.
About a week after Riley left, Willow and Buffy finally realized they were
in love with each other. I'd been waiting for that day ever since I saw the
way Willow would watch the blond slayer, but it still hurt. It was almost
two months before I was hanging out with the Scoobies again, and a year
before I was comfortable around any of them.
About six months later, *she* walked into the Magic Box, decked in a black-
halter and skin-tight jeans. I melted at the sight of her. Too bad no one
else felt that way. The next week, she showed up at my door to say goodbye,
and I told her to give me ten minutes to pack, and then I was ready to go
with her. The shock was evident in her eyes, but never have either one of
us regretted that I went with her two and a half years ago.