“Dear Elena, yes, you heard that correctly. Hell has frozen over. I’m writing it all down. Granted, I’m a half bottle in thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc, a bottle I waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights sitting in my wine cellar, convincing myself I could actually hear it age, tannins growing, fermenting, but appreciating its beauty didn’t make the time go by any faster. The bottle just laid there on its shelf, torturing me, while I waited for Katherine, and time stood still. Eventually, I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would, so I hid the bottle and walked away, and that’s the story of why I drink bourbon. I don’t know who I am without you, but I do know that as long as I’m with you time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A selfish friend, a jealous brother, a horrible son? Or maybe with a little luck, I’ll do right by you because you may be 1,000 miles away or 100 years away, but you’re still with me, and my heart is right there in that coffin with you, until you come back to me.”
“I saw darkness in her beauty, and she saw beauty in my darkness. Yin and yang. Black and white. Beauty and scars; fury and forgiveness. She should’ve been my nemesis, but in her, I found something I didn’t know I was looking for.“
You are, by far, the greatest thing that ever happened to me in my 173 years on this Earth. I get to die knowing I was loved — not just by anyone — by you, Elena Gilbert. It’s the epitome of a fulfilled life.