When you met me It would be an understatement To say it was too soon But at the same time I don't know what I would have done If you weren't there for me
for that I say thank you.
I had all of the ingredients they just weren't mixed up yet You wouldn't think To snack on flour Without trying to make something out of it Or to sip on straight vanilla
But you always tried.
Because let's face it By themselves these things are great But when they all share the same space Not only does it smell wonderful If you do it right But it can make your spirit smile
It was my responsibility.
I was working on getting my **** together Then needed some time to bake To warm up and fully expand Into everything I was meant to be But the biggest part of my transformation Was to calm down and chill the **** out,
And now I am ready to enjoy.
One of my favorite scenes:
Buffy: What was the highlight of our relationship? When you broke up with me or when I killed you? I'm well aware of my stellar history with guys... And, no, I don't see fat grandchildren in the offing with Spike, but I don't think that really matters right now. You know, in the midst of all this insanity, a couple things are actually starting to make sense. And the guy thing— I always feared there was something wrong with me, you know, because I couldn't make it work. But maybe I'm not supposed to. Angel: Because you're the slayer? Buffy: Because—OK, I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat— or enjoy warm, delicious cookie me, then... that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done. Angel: Any thoughts on who might enjoy— Do I have to go with the cookie analogy? Buffy: I'm not really thinking that far ahead. That's kind of the point.
Buffy: Angel. I do... sometimes think that far ahead. Angel: Sometimes is something. Buffy: Be a long time coming. Years, if ever. Angel: I ain't getting any older.