There are spaces beyond the word, secret dimensions of love. Willow still loves Oz, and sometimes when she's feeling young and foolish and someone is strumming a guitar she misses him close to aching.
Tara eclipsed everything, filling her world with certainty.
'Love you,' she says to Kennedy as the slayer goes out with a stake and a smile, off to save the world. That's also true.
She has to forget. She closes herself every morning, shuts the world out, for all the world's love, like pain, fully felt, would burn up even the most powerful witch in the world.