Willow: I missed you, Oz. I wrote you so many letters… But I didn’t have any place to send them, you know. I couldn’t live like that.
Oz: It was stupid to think that you’d just be… waiting.
Willow: I was waiting. I feel like some part of me will always be waiting for you. Like if I’m old and blue-haired and I turn the corner in Istanbul, and there you are. I won’t be surprised… Because you’re with me, you know?
Oz: I know.
Ugh this was the best resolution of an OTP we could have asked for. Willow had moved on to her other love, Tara, and Oz managed to tame the beast. They had changed and yet were exactly the same. But Willow knew that it wasn’t their time. She gave hope for the future. He was her first. Her first real love and Jesus fucking Christ they loved each other a lot. Been through hell and back and managed to stick together.
Working on decorating my office. I think this border will look nice.