Dear Diary,
I'm staying at the Salvatore house now. I can't live at home anymore, not with Jeremy wanting to kill me. Matt will keep an eye on him, I know he will. Stefan is not living here, he's staying with Caroline, but Damon is, and so I guess it's safe to say we have made a step forward from just dating. We are now living together. When Stefan told me to pick a room, he didn't realise I'd already chosen one. Damon's. I know I'm sired to Damon, and I don't care. The sire bond does not affect my emotions, it only affects my actions, and so, it is not an issue. I truly love Damon, and he loves me, so nothing else matters.
I don't see the point in writing my every feeling, idea and notion down in this ruined book anymore, it is a waste of time. I have been given all the time in the world, and I'm certainly not going to spend it writing about what happened each day. I can't believe I used to do that as a human. I will not do that as a vampire. I have changed, for the better. All I have written (before I decided to stop) is true, though. I am in love with Damon, and he is in love with me too. We are made for each other. Speaking of wasting time, I wasted about 2 years of Stefan, and it got me nowhere. Unless, you count, realising Damon was the one for me, so I guess I can thank him for that. That and only that.
Speaking of Stefan, although he didn't do much for me in our relationship, (at all), I still have to tell him about Damon and me, as it's the right thing to do. To make the relationship with Damon truly work, then I have to enter it with 100% willpower, and not have any secrets lurking in the closet (aka, by not telling Stefan). Plus, I owe Stefan the truth, to prove to him that unlike him, I will always tell the truth, even if he won't tell me the truth, ever.
Waking up with Damon this morning was an experience in itself I guess. He was happy, and I was too, and I will always put his happiness first. He's mine, and he will always be mine, because I love him. I love him. I've never thought about those words before. Sure, I said them to Stefan when we were dating, and I might've even meant them at that point in time, but I never really stopped my busy world to actually think about what I was saying, and what they really meant. I knew what they meant know, without having to do much thinking on my part, which just proved how right Damon and I were for each other.
And so, I have decided that this will be my last diary entry for a long time to come, as I don't see the point of this depressing old book anymore. Maybe in decades to come I will pick up my old habit, but I hope not. I'll keep my old entries though; they may prove to be useful in the future.
Over and out.
Elena Gilbert.