I have to admit something.
By the start of season 6 I was almost a little weary of Delena.
Not of the couple themselves, I always have and always will adore them, it was more that I was slowly losing hope that the promise of the Delena I’d held in my heart since ‘Isobel’ would ever come to pass.
I watched in S1-3 with bated breath, as Elena fell for him slowly, painfully, in ways that she couldn’t even understand yet. I really thought as we headed into the final episode that she would choose Damon, I mean Stefan had just threatened to drive her off Wickery Bridge when he was chock full of humanity, surely there was no way they were coming back from that right?
Wrong. Just before she went off that fateful bridge again she made her final human choice on the subject. At the time I couldn’t understand it, and I was so infuriated that they would cheapen a season’s worth of development by reverting to their factory Team Stefan settings.
Then season 4 happened, and it all looked promising again, until the sire bond called into question every intimate moment they’d had so far. We didn’t even have time to recover from that particular blow before Jeremy died and Elena went off the deep end and by the time we got her back the season was over. By season 5 I thought, surely this is it, this is the season of love and trust and all of the Ferris Wheel moments we’ve never had.
But when they drove that car into the Mystic Grill I realised I had already partly given up on the dream.Maybe Delena was just a promise that no one could really keep. They went back and forth so much that maybe the writers really had plotted a Stelena ending all along.
And then season 6 came along. And my faith was restored.