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25 February 2006 @ 01:05 pm
Topic #8-Valentine's Day  
With Valentine's Day around the corner we want you to think about love. Who do you love? What does it do to you? Does it lift you up like a bad cheesy power ballad? Does it destroy you? What does love do to you? What has it done to you in the past?

In my life, I've learned that there are many types of love.

There is friend-type love where in my case I'd risk my life on a daily basis for. Love for Will, Buff, and Giles definitely falls under this category.

I'll talk about Giles first. The love that I have for him is the unspoken friendship love. We both will probably never admit that we love each other. Probably because he is a guy and well, British. He's the closest I've ever come to having a Father. Since my Dad is pretty much lacking the unconditional love department. Giles will still be there for me no matter what. Even if I've summoned a demon that makes us all sing or if I cast a love spell on all the women we know. Now, my Dad on the other hand, makes fun of all the mistakes I make.

Then there is Willow. We have the destined to be non-sexual life partners type love. When Will and I first met there was a instant connection. Even before we were in kindergarten we instinctively knew that we were destined to be social misfits. That deep acceptance and automatic trust type stuff is why when she tried to end the world I had to be by her side. I wasn't going to help her but I was gonna be there for her.

We've come to the hero-worship type love. Those that know us wouldn't need to ask who. That's Buffy. When we first met and before I knew who she really was it was pure and simple how I felt for her. It was lust. Then over the years she's become a real-life comic book hero. All powerful could kill a bad guy with her pinky type kind of girl. She's the hero and I'll forever be her trusty sidekick.

There is sibling-esque type love. I don't have any siblings of my own but Dawn is the closest I guess I'll ever come to having a sibling type relationship. My Mom in fact is going through that change in life and whenever I talk to her she has to remind me of it. I am grateful that she is past her childbearing years because I really don't think that I could deal with having a little brother or little sister at this point in my life. So Dawn is the one and only for that type of love.

Then there is the ultimate kind of love. Romantic love. Since I am never one to wax poetically about the throes of passion or the "love lifts us up where we belong" type of love I'll just say that the only two people that I have had that kind of end all love are Cordy and Anya.

Now, the flame that I carried for Cordy burned out quite a long time ago and as a teenager that flame probably burned the brightest in the love spectrum for that time. That might've been just teenage hormone type love and it really had no kind of romance in it whatsoever.

Anya, on the other hand, her flame, even though we are no longer adding logs to the fire refuses to go out. This metaphor stinks by the way. Because if we are going for the whole flame metaphor it is so true. Just 'cause fire burns. It hurts. I don't think that it is a kind of love that I altogether like very much unless I am actually reaping the benefits of.

So what have we learned children? I'll quote my hero and just say, "love makes you do the wacky."