I miss you, Buffy.
God, I'm one door down from you and I can't stop missing you.
You thought it was strength when I gave up paradise for you. Or, I don't know, nobility, but -- you need to understand that it wasn't. I only gave it up because you asked me to. Because I didn't want to keep you there if you weren't as sure about it as I was. It was the same kind of selfishness that got me into that mess in the first place. I would've destroyed the whole damn world for you if you'd let me, Buffy, and I'm not even sure I would've regretted it as long as we were together.
I haven't learned a thing since the First brought me back in Sunnydale.