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I don't know how it happened. We met one night at the Bronze, and I thought she was going to attacked, so I went to help. I had no idea she was a Slayer, like me. I think that might be one of the things I loved about her. She was the only other girl in the world I could share that with. It gave us a connection, a bond.

Angel was out the picture by the time I met her. We decided it was best to stay apart. It was sad, but once I met her, trust me, I got over it. The first time we really got to know each other was the night after the day we met. We went patrolling after she had dinner with me and Mom. We got talking, and she admitted she was gay. A small smile had played across my lips, to this day I have no idea why that had happened, and she kissed me.

Anyway, the night after that, it all came out that she had lied about her Watcher. Her Watcher was dead, and my lover was on the run from a vampire. That was soon sorted out, and we celebrated later, I can tell you. Several times, actually.

We spent a lot of time together, which made Willow jealous. I don't think she realised that we were dating, but I'm pretty sure the others had figured it out. But they never said a word about it. Which was probably for the best, after what happened.

The Mayor. That bastard took my girl, and turned her against me. He used her, and never loved her. How could he? He was evil. After the Angel/Angelus fiasco when we played my ex for her info, things were never the same between us. Which led me to stabbing her. I felt physically sick when I pulled the knife out of my soul mate.

The next time I saw her, for real, not in some hokey dream, was in the hospital. I kissed her goodbye, a tear running down my cheek. I thought I'd never see her again.

I had pretty much got over her, when I got a phone call at Giles' apartment. She was awake. I felt a glimmer of hope. And had attacked someone. And my glimmer of hope faded. She switched out bodies, screwed my boyfriend, and fucked with my life. I don't think I could forgive, but I'll always love her. The hardest thing I ever had to do was watch her confess to that police officer. Knowing she would be sent down for a long stretch. She mouthed goodbye to me, and I wept for her.

My Faith.

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