It's very late, but I had this scene in my head, and just couldn't go to bed before getting it out. Definitely falls under "Go to bed Kat, you are not making sense anymore!", but anyways...

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Dear Diary,

I don't know what has become of me. Time passes by at a lightning speed, and I find myself to be this completely different person. What happened to this sweet and innocent human I used to be?

We celebrated Jeremy's 44th birthday last week, and it felt so strange to come back to Mystic Falls. I wish I visited more often, because seeing little Jenna already turned into a fierce teenager made me realize that it had been over 5 years ago last time I saw her. She looks so much like Bonnie that I had to stop when she opened the door to us, overwhelmed by a strong deja-vu. It brought me back decades ago, when I used to be a teenager with her mother. It seems like yesterday. Time goes by so fast, sometimes it feels like I cannot keep up.

The thing is, as happy as I was to see them and to spend time with my brother, his wife and my niece, it felt strange at the same time. Like a bad dream. It hit me how little time I have with them. I guess having eternity in front of you does make you forgetful of the reality of time. I never really understood. Or maybe I didn't want to understand.

I guess this is Damon's fault. Or at least, the fault of the life I lead with Damon.

The idea of becoming a vampire used to frighten me. Now I can barely remember a time when it did not feel natural to be dead. I am sometimes ashamed of how much I enjoy my existence. Of how much I enjoy living. Ashamed too to realize that I have turned into this selfish person. Because sometimes, when dawn is coming, and I lay down beside Damon, I find myself coming to terms with the fact that he is my world. I love him that much, it makes the thought of anyone or anything else fade into nothing.

I will walk this dark earth for centuries. I will see empires rise and fall. I will mourn my family, and endure the loss of friends again and again. I might even see ethe end of the world one day. But I will never be alone. I will get to spend eternity with Damon, and if the end shall come, I will die with him too.

I know it sounds wrong, but I don't know how something that feels so right could ever be wrong. What I feel for him, I have trouble putting it into words. Because no one ever invented words to express the idea of eternal night, of eternal life, and certainly not of eternal love.

I had forgotten about this diary. I found it in the truck as we were getting ready to leave Mystic Falls behind. I don't know when we will come back. People remember us around here, and our youth would raise suspicion and draw unwanted attention.

As I am writing this, we are driving on a unknown road, in the middle of nowhere, in the darkest of nights. Damon is by my side. I can feel the warm wind of summer on my cool skin, and I can feel the sunrise as it nears. It's going to be a splendid day.

I don't know where we are going. Maybe south. It doesn't matter. Very little does.

I think this is it, Dear Diary. This will be my last entry. I do not need to write anything down anymore. Remembering is for the dead, is for posterity, for what comes after. But I, I will not forget, and I will not need remembering.

I have eternity in front of me, and the only person I will ever need by my side.