Rescue me, chin-boy and show me the stars

Willow: You’re leaving again? What, you just stopped by for your lint brush and now you’re ready to go?
Buffy: It’s not like anyone will mind.
Willow: Oh, no. Have a good time. Oh, oh, and don’t forget to not write.
Buffy: Why are you attacking me? I’m trying.
Willow: Wow, and it looks so much like giving up!
Buffy: I’m just trying to make things easier.
Willow: For who?
Buffy: You guys were doing just fine without me.
Willow: We were doing the best we could! It’s not like we had a lot of choice in the matter.
Buffy: Sorry that I had to leave, but you don’t know what I was going through.
Willow: Well, I’d like to.
Buffy: You wouldn’t understand.
Willow: Well, maybe I don’t need to understand. Maybe I… I just need you to talk to me.
Buffy: How could I talk to you when you were avoiding me?
Willow: This isn’t easy, Buffy! I know you’re going through stuff, but… So am I.
Buffy: I know that you were worried about me, but-
Willow: No! I don’t just mean that. I mean, my life! You know? I, um… I’m having all sorts of… I’m dating, I’m having serious dating with a werewolf, a- and I’m studying witchcraft and killing vampires… And I didn’t have anyone to talk to about all this scary life stuff. And you were my best friend…