You say you want
diamonds on a ring of gold.
You say you want
your story to remain untold.

*My excitement at hearing from you again was impervious to Fred's glare, Gunn's snort and Cordelia's pained grimace. Only the words I read on back tempered my joy.*

But all the promises we make
from the cradle to the grave;
when all I want is you.

*You want me to kill you.*

You say you'll give me
a highway with no one on it,
treasure just to look upon it;
All the riches in the night.

*Now your lovely postcard is warped and dimpled with tears. But you used waterproof ink. For that I am grateful. I can't read it, though, because my hands are shaking.*

You say you'll give me
eyes in a moon of blindness,
a river in a time of dryness,
a harbour in the tempest.

*But you're coming here. You said so, and you've got no reason to lie about it. True, you only want resolution, closure. Death. But you'll be here. And when I get my hands on you...*

You say you want
your love to work out right;
to last with me through the night.

*I'm never letting you go. Not again, no matter how much you rant and rage and beg and cry. Your place is at my side. Mine. I cannot protect you when you're out there, amongst the sheep in wolves' clothing.*

You say you want
diamonds on a ring of gold,
your story to remain untold,
your love not to grow cold.

*You didn't mention when you were coming, only that you were. I hope it's soon. Tonight is unlikely, but tomorrow? The next night? How long before we're together, before you can start healing?*

All the promises we break,
from the cradle to the grave;
when all I want is you.

*I'm waiting.*