Hello Everybody,

This story kind of popped into my head one day and at random moments during my average routine, I would think of perfect little details to add, so I finally sat down and started it. It has been really fun to write this story and I hope you all have fun reading it too.

Elena's POV

It had been 127 years, 3 months, and 2 days since he said goodbye. I chose security over adventure, safety over opportunity, Stefan over Damon. For 127 years, 3 months, and 2 days, a measure of doubt had been growing ever since he walked out that door. Stefan is the better man and is probably the better man for me, but I crave the danger and passion that Damon brought with him.

As soon as I remembered all of the times that Damon compelled me, I started having these dreams. All I see in these dreams are his eyes. Nothing else transpires, just his eyes. They stare at me with this sense of desire and longing for what could have been if I let him show me what it meant to be in love with him. I never gave him that chance. His eyes not only reveal the pain I'd put him through, but all the things that he had to offer me in life. But I also saw my own regret and heartache in his eyes that occupy my dreams every night.

Stefan was the perfect man for a human like I was; for my lifespan of 70 to 80 years, but with a life lasting forever. Things completely changed when I was reborn into life as a vampire.

It has been about 15 years since the day that I left Stefan. I remember the day like the back of my hand. I walked in the door and he was standing there as if he knew what I was going to say even before I said a single word. He told me that he saw his brother still linger in my thoughts and in our relationship. He told me that he understood that we had a perfect one life together, but we couldn't have a perfect forever, that he could see that Damon was the only one that would be able to do that for me. Then he gave me an out. I walked up to him and kissed him on the lips one last time and walked out the door.

I traveled the world, fed off of some young and erotic men, and finally found Damon in Nashville.

He was in the center of this classy nightspot in the heart of the city. He wore Buckle brand jeans that made his already perfect ass look even more flawless with a grey V-neck shirt that clung to his defined stature. The music resonated through the air and people danced until the early hours of the morning. Damon danced with this gorgeous blonde woman with such synchronization you would think it was choreographed. Even when she was just grinding on him, they made it look as if it was the most beautiful dance known to man.

He came here every Friday and Saturday night. He danced with a variety of women, but mostly with the blonde woman that met him there every night. I would sit at the bar in a seat out of his view and watch him. It often reminded me of that time at the decades dance when he stole a dance from me and said that he had moves I'd never seen before. I wished I could go back and tell him to show me them.

After about two months of coming to this bar and just observing him, I finally gained the willpower to go and talk to him. That Friday I went to the club like I did for the past two months, but this time, I was going to get a dance. Just my luck, he didn't show up. For the first time since I came to Nashville, he didn't go dancing that night. I asked around to see if anybody knew where he was, but they were clueless.

The next day I decided to explore the area. I went to see the Belmont Mansion, the Parthenon, and ate 3 pieces of cheesecake at the Cheesecake Factory. At about 4 o'clock I found myself walking through a massive park with big mature trees, wildflowers, a pond at one end and an open field with a playground on the other. I walked along the sidewalk until a kite crashed in front of my feet. A few seconds after that a little girl about 3 years old with curly blonde hair and light bluish grey eyes comes running over in a little polka dot jumper. She smiled and looked up at me as she grabbed the kite. I smiled back and then it hit me. I knew those eyes. I glanced over at her running away and watched as a tall man with dark brown hair and bluish grey eyes bent down and picked her up into his embrace. I froze and watched until his eyes fixated on mine. I saw him and he saw me. If I still had a beating heart, I was sure it would have been racing.

If you enjoyed the story, have suggestions, comments, or just want to tell me your opinion, please comment. I love getting feedback.

p.s. I am a huge Delena fan, so if you are looking for a Delena fic, don't give up too soon.