I APOLOGIZE FOR THE CURRENT DELAYS MY AMAZING AND WONDERFUL READERS AND REVIEWERS. I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I READ AND TAKE TO HEART EVERY SINGLE REVIEW AND I APPRECIATE THEM MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER KNOW. WORK IS AMAZINGLY STRESSFUL RIGHT NOW AND UNFORTUNATELY I'VE FALLEN BEHIND IN EDITING AND WRITING. MOSTLY EDITING. I WON'T POST THEM UNTIL I THINK THEY ARE READY SO BEAR WITH ME PLEASE. I HOPE TO BE ALL CAUGHT UP BY THE WEEKEND. JUST KNOW THAT I'M WORKING HARD!
THAT SAID, THIS DRABBLE IS FINALLY FINISHED AND EDITED AND IT'S ALMOST A NOVEL OR SOMETHING. HUGELY LONG AND HOPEFULLY NICE. THERE IS INFORMATION ON THE POETRY AT THE END NONE OF WHICH IS MY ORIGINAL WORK AND ALL OF WHICH CAN BE FOUND ON THE INTERNET SOMEWHERE OR IN YOUR LIBRARY PROBABLY.
RANDOM WORD: ANALOGY (THE ANALOGY CAN BE SEEN IN HOW POET'S CONSTANTLY COMPARE)
Damon and Bonnie have always had secrets. Like any couple, well, most couples, there were parts of their relationship that no one else was privy too. No one knew about Bonnie very domestically and carefully laundering all of Damon's black Armani t-shirts and no one knew about Damon patiently and conscientiously helping Bonnie with her spell work, but their best kept secret, in Bonnie's opinion, was Damon's secret love letters. They weren't his original thoughts and some might find that lazy or uncreative, but Bonnie knew the work that went into Damon's notes. Each poem painstakingly sought out and dissected and then copied, by hand, to be left for her to discover.
The first note was a complete surprise. At the last big blowout before school started she found herself surrounded by the usual suspects.
"I wonder how long my tan is going to last." Caroline mused as she pushed the already scandalous bikini bottoms she was wearing to nearly illegal limits trying to get as much tan as possible.
"Until your money for the tanning bed runs out." Matt joked. Everyone laughed and even Caroline's pout didn't look as severe in the setting summer sun.
"I wish summer never ended."
"Amen to that, girls in bikinis and no hearing complaints about homework. It's my favorite time of year." Damon added from behind a dark pair of Ray Bans.
"By girls in bikinis you had better mean Bonnie Bennet and Bonnie Bennet only Mister!" Someone threatened.
"Of course." Damon smiled almost wolfishly at his girlfriend who just good naturedly rolled her eyes at his antics.
"Well, I don't care about the tanning so much, obviously," Bonnie supplied. "But there's nothing more beautiful than a summer day."
The next day as she opened her locker on her, admittedly miserable, first day of school and an envelope rested just inside the otherwise, currently, empty locker. Bonnie looked around and seeing no one opened it. She immediately noticed Damon's careful script. She always admired his beautiful handwriting.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Bonnie clutched the precious note to her chest and thanked Damon enthusiastically when classes were over.
The second time, Bonnie and Damon lay on the sofa indulging Bonnie's obsession with fashion and Damon's obsession with Heidi Klum by watching Project Runway.
"Do you think Heidi's pretty?"
"Is this a trick question?" Damon seemed wary of responding.
"I mean, she's just the opposite of me."
"Well, that's true, but I'm an equal opportunity lover Babe. I don't limit myself." He smirked and continued watching a small man fight with tulle.
"She looks a lot like Caroline." Bonnie noted.
"Uh, I guess, if by looks a lot like Caroline you mean they are both blond."
"Do you think Caroline is prettier than me?"
"Is that where this is headed? Seriously?" Damon asked.
"So you do." Bonnie sat up and crossed her arms.
"No," Damon responded. "This is a conversation I can't win. If I say yes then I think your friend is hotter than you and if I say no then you're going to say I called your friend ugly. Where is this coming from?"
"You chose her. First I mean, when you first came to town."
"Have you lost your mind?" Damon was incredulous. "You're pissed off because I didn't compel you into sex, letting me drink your blood, and attempting to destroy Stefan."
"Don't try and make it sound like that. You dated her." She was finally saying the things she had on her mind for awhile.
"No, I used her."
"I understand Damon. Caroline is all sunshine and rainbows and shiny hair and I'm all drama and dark side and baggage. She's day and I'm night."
He couldn't keep her from leaving, but the next morning when she opened her car door there was another envelope on the driver's seat. She sat for several minutes before she opened it.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Bonnie carefully folded it and drove to the little antique shop in town, found a beautiful little trinket box and carefully stored both her letters inside.
Football season was especially rough on Bonnie with working on her powers, keeping up her grades, having time for friends, having time for Damon and cheerleading. She felt like she didn't even have time to breathe.
"I never see you anymore." Damon complained.
"I'm sorry, but I told you how football season is for me. You're just going to have to tough it out and wait."
"I don't like waiting." Damon warned.
"Remind me again how long you waited for Katherine?" Bonnie smiled when Damon didn't respond. "Thought so. You know, if you absolutely can't wait to see me you could always come to a football game."
Damon only grunted in response so Bonnie was shocked to see the Salvatore brothers saunter in to a game wearing head to toe bad ass awesomeness and take a seat in the stands. She waved excitedly to him and she saw the edges of his mouth twist upward slightly.
Half time and he was down next to the fence to talk. "Next guy that talks to you is getting his face kicked in. This cheerleading business might not be for you." Damon glared at every would be challenger that walked within fifty feet of them.
"Baby, no one is talking to me. They all know I'm with you."
"Better." But she wasn't entirely surprised when she found a note tucked into her pom poms when she went to rejoin the other girls.
Brown and agile child, nothing draws me to you,
Everything pulls away from me here in the noon
You are the delirious youth of bee,
The drunkedness of the wave, the power of the heat.
When that note made it to the box it was slightly damp from Bonnie clutching it so tightly throughout the game.
It was only appropriate that the first time Damon told her he loved her he used someone else's words. She had been sick for two days, but didn't want to waste any absences so she trudged to Biology class barely keeping it together and desperately praying that today was a day for a video. Her butt had barely hit the seat before the teacher announced they would be discussing a new chapter and ordered the page numbers amongst the class' cacophony of grumbles.
"Hey, Bonnie," Tyler Lockwood whispered. "You dropped this."
Bonnie turned to see Tyler twirling a little white envelope in his hand.
"Oh! Thanks." She tried to smile at Tyler, but was sure it didn't appear genuine.
"No sweat." He handed her the envelope and went back to doodling in the edges of his book.
After checking to be sure the teacher was absorbed in lecture and paying her no attention Bonnie opened the letter.
I love you without knowing how, when, or where from;
I love you straightforwardly, with neither complexities nor pride:
I love you thus, because I know no other way than this:
Where I does not exist nor you,
So close that your hand on my chest is mine,
So close that your eyes grow heavy when I tire.
"Mrs. Green," Bonnie interrupted.
"Yes?" The teacher looked startled to be interrupted.
"May I be excused? I need to go home. I'm sick."
The letter and Bonnie quickly made their way home and Damon was there with soup when she arrived.
All this Bonnie loved and cherished and remembered so it was strangely appropriate the day Bonnie stepped out of school and instead of Damon's car she saw Stefan's. He barely had the words out of his mouth before Bonnie was running to her car and on the road and in Damon's house screaming his name as she raced to his room.
There in the center of the spotless space and perfectly made bed sat a white envelope. Bonnie wondered if it was Frost or Keats. Who had the words to express Damon's goodbye?
Dearest,
You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I know that I'm spoiling your life and without me you could work, and you will, I know. You see, I can't even write this properly. What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. Everything is gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.
It's been six weeks and still she can't throw them away. They stay in the box, but at night she takes them out and reads until she falls asleep and, sometimes, in the morning, they are still wet with the dewy tears from her dreams.
FIRST POEM: SONNET 18 BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
SECOND POEM: SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY BY LORD BYRON
THIRD POEM: BROWN AND AGILE CHILD BY PABLO NERUDA
FOURTH POEM: SONNET XVII BY PABLO NERUDA
FIFTH POEM: VIRGINIA'S LETTER TO LEONARD (EXCERPT) BY VIRGINIA WOOLF (TRUE LETTER TO HER HUSBAND IMMEDIATELY PRIOR TO HER SUICIDE)
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