Thursday, November 8, 2012


I, Dawn, promise to love you, to cherish you, to honor you, but not to obey you, of course, because that's anachronistic and misogynistic and who do you think you are? Like a sea captain or something?

However I do entrust you with my heart. Take care of my heart. Won't you please take care of it because it's all that I have.

And, if you let me, I'll take care of your heart too. I'll protect it and tend to it like a little stray. Wait. No. Like a little, mangy stray that needs a home. No, that's not it either.

I, Dawn, want to marry you, Dylan, because I love you.

And I'll always love you.

Before I knew you, I was like a completely different person. Not even a person really and I'd seen what love could do to people and it was hurt and sadness. Alone was better. And, suddenly, there was you.

And you knew me and you saw me and it was this...thing. You made me feel safe and warm.

So, I get it now. I finally get love, Dylan.

I really do.

Thank you to the amazing Mark for the photos.

*Vows swiped from Buffy season 6, episode 16: Hell's Bells*

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