Stefan,

The world's a big place.

Bigger than you, and bigger than me.

Bigger than us.

But I fear we never really existed. You were half a soul, as was I. But you weren't my missing piece. He was. Yeah, that guy over there. See him, gulping down that bourbon like it's going out of style? Him.

And I know I sound a little crazy. But doesn't true love to that to a person? To anyone? If it couldn't, than I'd be rather afraid of the things that vicious bitch made you do in 1864. Even with compulsion.

You could argue with me if you wanted. Say something stupid like you always do. "He's dangerous, Elena." I can just see your forehead crinkling, and your eyebrows knitting together and your frown deepening. Just like it always does.

Sometimes that look of yours, the one Caroline calls "your serious-vampire-look", gives me the urge to laugh. I always suppress it, though. Maybe that's why I stuck around your brother so much. It was always your very favourite argument topic. Always.

And I know that he would never hurt me. He's incapable of doing such things. The only way he could ever bring any harm was staying away. Heartbreak counts as harm, too, by the way. That's something you should know about.

Maybe that's why I'm so bitter. He's been repelling from me lately like I'm a stack of vervain. Like I'm the sun and he's without his ring.

I also know for a fact that if I searched the world all around, even a thousand times, I know I wouldn't fine someone that could ever compare to him. His ever-present smirk, his never-present dazzling smile, his blue, blue eyes that hold the world…

If you ever see this letter, I know that I've gone out of my mind. Just remind me that. Remind me that I've gone out of my mind to have ever written this, kept this, shared this…

Remind me I'm out of my mind with love, too.

I can't possibly imagine your reaction to this. I hope I never do. I hope this is never found. I hope I work up the nerve to toss this away. To never look back at it, to never give it's contents a second thought. Ever.

I wish I could walk away, I wish I didn't have to hurt you like this. And if things go as planned, I never will. However, I make no promises.

The world is a big place, and gossip is spread, people talk and once it's out, it's out. Then there's no turning back, no turning back to you.

If all fails, you'll find someone else. Someone who'll love you, and treat you right, and not fall for your brother. Someone who won't wish to be in his arms over yours.

After all, the world's a big place.