A\n: HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY WEEKEND! I want to thank people for the reviews- i took them, went back, and edited my story(or should i say extreme drabble:) ) I even added a few sentences. All the reviews mean a lot to me, and make me really happy even when they are criticism, because it makes me a better writer.
A\n: Hay all you Delena Fans! This is a short drabble just for you… If you like it I can make it into a story.
Disclaimer: I DON"T OWN VAMPIRE DIARYS CAUSE IF I DID DAMON AND ELENA WOULD HAVE GOTTEN TOGETHER ALREADY!
Dear Diary,
He takes my breath from me with just one look- taunting- drawing me in. Then he smiles and looks as innocent as a child. When I met him I tried to deny it, his smothering looks- the way that his every look sends shivers down my spine. His every touch even a simple brush against each other caused this craving that I can't concur. Can't stop, wont stop. The ache in my pelvis- the sweat on my neck… I have tried to deny that he would have any effect on me.
His eyes are like a ocean that I want to dive into, and never surface. Damon's black wavy head of perfectness- the color of coal. I want to run my fingers through it. That smirk upon his face when he knows something that he knows I want to know. The same smirk Damon gets when he notices me staring at him.
When we danced at that Mystic falls founder's day celebration, I got lost in his face. Every line. So perfect. The world around us seem to freeze, and time has never felt so short. I wish it had never ended- that Damon , and I were frozen in our dance. Going around in circles, never stopping.
Yet, I can't find the power in me to tell him, or end it with Stephan. Which is why when I finally gain the courage to tell him I hope he doesn't tease me, or hold this against me. That he takes this information and buries it. Lets it disappear into the flames of the fire with in him. Turn into nothing.
Secretly Damon's,
Elena