That Thing You Do

You know how sometimes you do that thing when you’re all alone? You know… that thing? C’mon! That thing? YOU know. Where you get all comfy in the bed and turn the lights down low and pop the two-part Season Two finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer into the DVD player, then sit back and enjoy the wiggins when Willow goes all uber witchy, then cry like a baby– big, heaving sobs, you know?– right there at the end, when Buffy kisses Angel, her true love, then runs a sword through him– to save the world!– and the haunting strains of Close Your Eyes crescendoes and Angel whispers, “Buffy…?”– all confused-like– just before he is sucked into hell, and Buffy is sobbing and then the ache in your throat is too much to bear so you begin bawling and hysterically sobbing “Whyyyyyy, God, whyyyyyyy?!?!”– just letting it all out, you know?– especially when Sarah McLachlan starts in with Full of Grace, AKA The Heartbreaking Song O’ Sorrow and PAIN?

You know? That alone thing? That you do?

No?

Yeah. Me neither.