Once again I have to thank you for the reviews, you really are inspiring my imagination! I am hoping I can squeeze a few more chapters out of this story without ruining the essence of it entirely. My aim is to keep it between Damon & Elena, as much as I love the other characters I feel this should just be about these two and their thoughts and memories.

This chapter will go back to Damon's POV.

Nothing compares to you

DPOV

Her words touched me. She was unknowingly releasing my heart from all the contention it had been bound in, unravelling the knots of twisted fear and fury, setting me free from over a century of misery.

She had remembered that I had spoke those very words to her once.

She knew the meaning of them, understood them for what they were.

She hadn't forgotten.

I wanted to tell her someday how I had come to love her, how she had changed everything for me.

How when I had first returned home, initially my intentions had never been pure. I was fuelled with revenge, I wanted to hurt Stefan, I wanted Katherine back. I had wanted something for me, something to exist for.

Maybe it was Katherine's impersonation of her, that first kiss, that had been my undoing, although I would never entirely understand how I was so easily fooled. Aside from their appearance they were nothing alike. Mirror images of each other, that couldn't be more different. Katherine and her vindictive, manipulative ways would never compare to the immeasurable qualities of Elena.

Elena who was strong and soft at the same time, gentle natured and yet so full of fire and determination. How many times had we fought against each other, beside each other, her hating me and forgiving me just as quickly. I had tested her to the limits by doing things, I didn't have to do. The unrequited love inside me had vented its anger by doing the most remorseful things, yet she always saved me in the end. She had seen past the acts of rage and discovered the true meaning of my pain.

I hurt like a human, I felt, like one too.

Did she realise the lengths I would go to, to protect her?

I would save her always, even if it meant the death of me.

I would die for her.

Nothing would ever be as poignant at this moment.

To survive we would always choose each other.