Willow, Waiting (The Waiting For Willow Remix)
Willow thinks I don't know.
She thinks that she's so good at hiding it, that the babbling is enough to distract me from seeing through her. She thinks she's great at being secretive.
Of course she's not. I know her better than I know myself.
And I would recognize that part of me- that part of her, now- anywhere.
Does she think I don't know? Does she think I didn't understand how easy it would be for this to happen? She might be brilliant, but I've been around. I understand how these things happen.
It's not like she's the first person this has ever happened to.
I mean, not with- god, I've been faithful since we got together. I love her.
But from the time we first started sleeping together, we knew this could happen. We knew it was a risk.
We wanted to take it. We loved each other too much not to.
I'm sad it had to happen. I feel bad. But I still love her.
She knows I'd still love her, right? She knows- she has to know. Right?
She thinks that I'd be happy. And I guess, in a way, I would- I wouldn't be alone. She'd be with me, forever.
But I don't want her miserable.
She hasn't told me yet, but somehow I already know. It came from me. I can feel in my skin that I've created another, another figure in my image.
Willow's going to be a werewolf.
Just like me.