I can't believe that Stefan and I just broke up. I never thought this day would come where we would be done for good. I loved him, but I wasn't in love with him. I had to live at the Salvatore's because my brother was trying to kill me. Stefan decided to crash elsewhere, so it was just me and Damon. I was sitting on the couch when Damon handed me a drink, and we were talking for a little while. "Why are you always there when I need you to be?" I asked, not sure of the answer. "I think we have been over this more than once, I love you Elena." He said, and I put down my cup, and my brain took over. "I love you too" I couldn't believe that I had just said that. Damon's expression was happy, and shocked. As soon as I said that I loved him, I knew that it was true. My whole body took over, I leaned in and kissed him, and he kissed back. This felt stronger than anything I had ever felt in my life. I was on top of Damon and I ripped his shirt off, and pushed him down. I took off my shirt, and Damon looked so pleased. I was pleased too. We crashed against the wall, breaking everything in our path. This was amazing. I had never felt happier. We had the best night, and the next morning I woke up next to him, feeling the same way. We went downstairs to talk and drink from the blood bags. 15 minutes later we were on top of each other again. We were so caught up in each other; we didn't even notice someone walked in, until Stefan said "Elena?" and we froze.