A/N: Ok, I know this is short, but I'm running on minimum sleep and just had to get this out. No Flames! Please R&R. Also, I've only gotten as far as the 3rd season since I'm fairly new to the Buffyverse. So be kind.

(Angel's feeling reflect those of my own for someone I hold dear to my heart)

There are not many things I'm certain of in my life. I can't be certain if leaving is truly the right thing or if it'll help make us realize that we're each other's poisons and passions. The only thing I'm certain of after all my time on earth is that I love her, the Slayer, Buffy Summers.

When I lost my soul and turned into that monster I'd been so many years ago, she was all that filled my mind. It was the same when she cast me into hell; some part remembered the blonde haired, beautiful girl that I'd seen called to her destiny.

When I returned, confused and disoriented, only she came to mind. Her smell. Her touch. Her smile and melodious laugh. Everything that I'd learned to treasure in life rolled into one girl…one extraordinary young woman who keeps my heart hostage even now.

Buffy. I loved her before time began…and time began when I met her in that alleyway, tossing her the velvet box holding the silver cross that burned into my own skin when we parted the first time.

My dear, sweet Buffy. What am I to do without you? I love you so much and yet the cold feeling that we'd not have much of a true future creeps in. Still, there will be nobody but you who truly captivates my heart.

Nobody but you.