Today already feels like a fresh start. Sunshine is filling my bedroom, and happiness and hope are lighting my soul. People are really capable of forcing you to experience and see things from a different perspective. And turns out that getting out of my comfort zone, isn't as scary as I have imagined it in my head. But I assume that what has made it easy was having a partner in crime, even though my associate wasn't at all new to the experience, but feeling like there is somebody by your side willing to guide you through and show you details of their lives with such understanding and passion, puts you at ease. Yesterday I have made a friend. And I'm willing to let fate play its game and sort out the rest of what is yet to come from this newly founded friendship.

Letting go of what you're used to, forgetting about all your worries and not having to lift all the world's weight on your shoulders have been as liberating as humanly possible to me. Because I no longer feel like I should stay and hide inside my shell and thoughts. I no longer think that I should adapt a certain attitude and personality and be those things until my rest breath. And I no longer care what a stranger in the streets might think of me, or that I'm taking a risk in life that might leave me in an unenviable situation. I feel as if every experience will somehow manage to teach me something, show me things that I have never seen before and sketch my character. I can't sit back and wait for my dreams and desires to fulfill themselves. I am on a never ending journey towards self liberation and soul searching and I have never felt more bliss.

Stefan invited me to the unknown; I let myself run in the middle of the street under the stars while failing at stopping myself from laughing like a baby that has just taken its very first steps. He talked to me, listened to me and shared what's going on in his head with what can be described as brutal honesty. He made me feel like my own person, like I am capable of doing whatever I desire. He made me believe that life is what we make it, that we are responsible for our own destiny and define our path. He stayed up until dawn, never taking his eyes off of mine. Succeeding noticeably at capturing my full attention… A small café in the corner of the street is where the magic happens contrary to popular beliefs.

I have taken a liking to this fascinating character. A man that is capable of looking like a presentable serious business man, and still hold on to his wildness and attractive looks, a guy that has built his own world from exciting contradictory elements. Stefan Salvatore is a name that can make people's heads turn and focus their attentions because not only he is a sight to look at, but the words that come out of his mouth are extremely valuable and interesting.

I have settled my mind on buying a diary. I've been writing about Stefan and everything that happened since that night. Because let's say that I have adopted the belief that the smallest of details can make the bigger differences later on and I'm not going to deny if that I'm going to write an autobiography, I am certainly going to need some notes.

I hear knocking on my door, as expected. Caroline is coming over to ask about my opinion since she is incapable of choosing the cover for this issue of her magazine.

"Hello there! I imagined that after I set you up with one of New York's elite you'd at least make the mere effort of calling and telling me about absolutely every single detail instead of just texting to ask me about his freaking last name like some creepy stalker" Somehow Caroline has managed to say all that as soon as she set foot inside my apartment and in one single breath. She really does deserve a medal for this rare talent of hers.

"C'mon Caroline, there's not much to say" I replied and for some reason I lied to my best friend, maybe because I felt as if what we shared was something special that I wanted to protect and treat as mine solely. I really do not know how my brain functions sometimes.

" Yeah totally convincing. I mean it's not like you ran off at the middle of the night with a guy you were just introduced to by Klaus! Kudos for that by the way…" Caroline was being sarcastic yet supportive and understanding.. One more reason to love this bubbly talkative person that is sitting on my couch shooting me the where's my glass of wine look.

"Okay, you've made your point… First of all I'm sorry for bailing on you and please thank Klaus for me… Stefan is like the perfect solution to every single problem that I have had in a while. I have written 27 more pages since that night, I can't stop thinking about him. I want to know every aspect to his character. He made me run bare foot in the middle of the night in a tight uncomfortable dress, and he ran in his suit like the most free of creatures. And I honestly can't wait to see him again" I answered, while mastering the art of talking a whole a lot in one single breath. I guess hanging out with Car has been paying off.

"Whoa! Slow down… All of that sounds wonderful Elena! I'm really happy that you got over that cheesy writer's block of yours but you got to start treating him like a person and not a magical character in one of your stories. "Caroline said to me and every single expression on her face indicated that she was deadly serious. And I honestly stopped listening after that sentence. Because it is true, I know some characterizations about Stefan but that doesn't give me the right to use him to write down a few pages. Or assume that I know him well enough to jump into my own conclusions and build up his character in my imagination. I know that I do like him. Because that warm feeling that fills your entire body and makes you feel calm and nervous at the same time, is a sensation that I haven't felt often.

So I owe it to myself to learn who Stefan is but through his own words. I owe it to him to fight off my curiosity and not use his character for my own benefit.

Caroline left after an hour, and during that short period of time we picked a cover for the issue, Caroline managed to drink half a bottle of wine and I got Stefan's number from her through Klaus.

As soon as I was alone, I took my phone and dialed his number, I wasn't sure whether he felt the same as I did , but the new me decided to take the risk and never look back so I did.

"Hey! Is this.. Stefan Salvatore?" I say while feeling anguish and uncertainty because I have no idea what is coming

"Yes, Elena you have the right number, I see you've managed to learn both my last name and phone number! Turns out you are multitalented ha! " He answered and I felt as if I couldn't breathe anymore! How come he always manages to catch me off guard even when we're not seeing face to face but I don't say anything I just hold onto the phone while breathing heavily so he takes my turn and says

" Don't get upset, I'm just trying to be funny and obviously failing miserably and don't think me weird I'm just good with voices and names"

I laughed slightly because I did think that he was funny but I was too nervous to say it so again he took my turn and proposed

"So how about dinner tonight? Wherever you want I would really like to see you again! "

"Yes! Absolutely.. My place at 8 ? I'll cook if you want" I said feeling some kind of pride because I actually said something.

" Can't wait! Have a good day beautiful"

He said then he hang up.

I would have really enjoyed his compliment but the only thought that was repeating itself in my head was

I CANT EVEN COOK!