Two O'clock In the Morning And Dru's Nibbling At My Earlobe...

Dear Juliet

I'm navigating the fact that you're deeply upset about losing Tony and the realisation Buffy may terminally have been holed below the waterline, and part of me thought of a couple of Fix-It schemes. But I think maybe the last thing you want is someone cheerily to attempt the impossible on your behalf.

So I thought what I might try to do at this, the midnight hour (and no, Drusilla is not nibbling on my earlobe), is say that even if Buffy, Dru and Hollywood itself had never existed, I'd feel the same way about you.

That's because of your own innate worth. That je ne sais quoi which makes you stick out in the crowd and stay stuck in the mind.

And as Elvis said, you were always on my mind.

Pre-dawn in New York, with the Empire State Building solidifying from dawn's mists.

On Washington's streets, surrounded by striking workers.

Chicago, mid-morning, waiting on the bus to Amarillo.

Oklahoma City, 4.30 am on a dark day...

All night long in Vegas, at the Starbucks on Fremont.

And coming in on the bus, to that strange and savage city on the edge of forever...

It wasn't about Buffy and it wasn't about autism. In the end, it was all about you.

And you were worth it.

I guess that's all I can say today.

Love,

James







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