I've held off from replying in this thread. Not sure why. Perhaps it's because I'm so flip everywhere else that a serious post from me might just upset the whole balance of the world or something...heh...
Anyway. What have they meant to me. Wow. So much. You know? It's really weird, thinking that it's over. Because for the last two and a half years, there have been times when things got so shitty, that I retreated into watching Willow and Tara because at least I could rely on them. I could always go and re-watch favorite scenes because I knew that at least somewhere, there was a happy couple that I could depend on to cheer me up. And they've seen me through some crap. They really have.
More than anything though, I think it's the total realism of the relationship that I adore. The little quirks and foibles of each character; how they overcame adversity to be together, and find one another throughout everything. The thing that pleases me the most is that right up until the final moment, they found one another again. And if that's not true love, then I'm not sure what is. And if I'm stupid for believing in that, then I'm stupid. But I'm bloody happy. And having someone of my own makes this relationship even more important to me, I think, because I've been able to share those wonderful moments of realization with someone; when you wake up and turn over and they're just...
there...and it's all wonderful and complete.
I've also loved Willow and Tara because of the friends they've brought me. And no matter what happens now, I know I've got some decent people in my life and that feels pretty good. And these people are real; they're not going anywhere, and I know that we'll always hold Willow and Tara dear to our hearts because it's the original reason we found one another.
Willow and Tara have also meant that the hundred of lonely girls who weren't sure about how they were feeling, or even
what they were feeling can finally find somewhere, and someone to confide in. I'm really thankful for the number of people who have contacted me and talked with me about so many aspects of being gay. I feel useful, you know? And that's such a great feeling.
And lastly, for me personally, there's the writing. I never wrote fanfic before Willow and Tara. And since them, I've been churning out stuff that's really helped me focus on my skills as a writer and as someone who has a story to tell. And I've told it in many different ways, in many different genres, and somehow, it's always the same. Willow loves Tara. Tara loves Willow. And you know what? I can't see that ever being any different for me. Never. And I won't stop writing Willow/Tara fic either. Because for me, there are so many more stories to tell and Joss Whedon and ME aren't going to prevent me from telling them. As Tara said in
Restless; "You've only just begun."
Okay, enough of that. Now back to my scheduled bitterness and flippancy.
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"It's between a hitch and a kink, with a side of twinge. It's okay."