"And for not treating me like a crazy person, because that's how I've felt these past few days..."
Stefan's hand had reached out and taken mine, causing me to catch my breath. His touch was responsible for the butterflies that had formed in my stomach. This happened over two hours ago, so why was I laying in bed looking up into the darkness thinking of his hand? Maybe it was because in that simple touch I lost all control, and the memories came flooding back.
He had been forgiving long ago for leaving, even though I hadn't really shown it until that moment on my front porch. That moment felt like old times. Stefan always walked me to my door after a night of hanging out. It's one of the things I like, I mean liked, about him.
"Who are you kidding Caroline?" I yelled at myself.
No matter how hard I've tried I can't shake him. I can't stop myself from going back to those memories, even if I wanted too. I was there the night he found out about Damon and Elena. I saw the hurt in his beautiful green eyes, and I couldn't figure out why Elena would do that to him. That night when he had thrown me over his shoulders and took me out onto the dancefloor he could have chosen any girl there, but it was me. At prom, once again, the Stefan Salvatore who didn't dance spun me around to the music.
Then there was the night at in the travelers camp. The night I knew I couldn't deny my feelings anymore. Somewhere between supernatural missions and talking in front of the fireplace I had fallen completely in love with my best friend.