Dear Elena,
Yes, you heard that correctly, hell has frozen over I’m writing it all down. Granted I’m a half a bottle in, thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc. A bottle I’ve waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights sitting in my wine cellar convincing myself I could actually hear it age. Pretend it’s growing, fermenting . But appreciating it’s beauty didn’t make the time go by any faster, the bottle just laid their on its shelf torturing me while I waited for Katherine. And time stood still. Eventually I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would. So I hid the bottle and walked away. And that is the story of why I drink bourbon.
I don’t know who I am without you. But I do know that as long as I am with you. Time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A Selfish friend? A Jealous brother? A horrible son? Or maybe with a little luck I’ll do right by you. ’Cause you may be a thousand miles away or a hundred years away but you’re still here with me, and my heart is right there in that coffin with you.
Elena owns hs heart
