ＥＮＴＲＹ ; valentine’s day. 

                                                                                                                              Mystic Falls, 2014

             Not going to lie      I hate this day. I used to, at least.
                               Valentine’s Day?
                              I should buy someone flowers to make their day.
                             I should ask them to go out for a date;
                                           maybe we can go to the cinema?

            Come on. This day isn’t an occasion to do it. Just a pretext for people that can’t bring themselves up to do it on any other, simple on that matter, day. 

             Elena’s in the bathroom, I decided to take the chance and write something. Finally, after maybe five weeks. No idea, haven’t checked up nor do I remember. My memory gets worse, I’ve been probably drinking too much lately. I even have no idea what I should write. She said she wants to spend tomorrow at the lake house and I love the idea. We’ll be all alone and when we are, everything seems.. normal. Peaceful. But at the same time it is different      magical and extraordinary. Inhaled air has a different aroma, colors appear to be more lively and expressive. Quite like if the world c h a n g e s to another one then than the one we must live in.

             Not that I’m complaining      although I guess I am, but in the end I have nothing to complain about. Even though a vampire life isn’t one of Disney’s movies, I got used to it. Maybe a bit too much, but I got and I will not deny      I start to l i k e it the way it is. Maybe because of her.

             It’s 10 o'clock.
             Elena’s turning off the flush, she’ll get back to bed in a moment.
             To bed in which I am in; in which I’m writing in my diary about heresy because the smell of lavender that reminds me of the person I love the most in the w h o l e world is getting into my spiracles too deeply. In thirteen hours we’re heading to the lake house, to spend the best Valentine’s Day of my one hundred sixty-three year life.

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