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The champagne we didn't drink at my birthday will get drunk tonight and I suppose it seems odd to pop corks when I've spent the day misting up or actually crying, writing fic like there wasn't going to be a keyboard to hit tomorrow, reading fic and watching vids, until my eyes and ears are buzzing.
Tonight's a sad night. I'm unspoiled but I'm guessing it's not going to end happily for everyone, but that's not what's sad. It's sad because this is it. Eight years, three shows and sure, Joss might come back, but I've lost my trust, not in him but with Them.
But it's been one hell of an eight years.
I'll drink to that.
I'll drink to Joss and all the others behind the shows, to you and all the other fans out there, and to the characters who live because we love them and won't die until we stop.
And now I've made myself cry.
::hugs to all who need them::
Tonight's a sad night. I'm unspoiled but I'm guessing it's not going to end happily for everyone, but that's not what's sad. It's sad because this is it. Eight years, three shows and sure, Joss might come back, but I've lost my trust, not in him but with Them.
But it's been one hell of an eight years.
I'll drink to that.
I'll drink to Joss and all the others behind the shows, to you and all the other fans out there, and to the characters who live because we love them and won't die until we stop.
And now I've made myself cry.
::hugs to all who need them::