A/N: Hi this is my first ever Vampire Diaries fanfic, so I am quite nervous posting this. This is set about half an hour where the episode Rose left off. I hope you enjoy it :)

Disclaimer- I don't own anything, but if I did I whish I owned the ever so sexy Damon Salvatore (:

Damon Salvatore; the other Brother.

Dear Diary,

"I love you, Elena. And it's because I love you that… I can't be selfish with you… Why you can't know this. I don't deserve you…but my brother does. God, I wish you didn't have to forget this. But you do."

I could hear it repeating over and over again. I could hear the pain that it caused him. I could hear the emotion that laced his broken voice, the voice that normally made sarcastic little snipes; them comments were not present. Only the raw emotion that he felt circled around in my mind. He declared his love for me, him Damon Salvatore. The one person I know who isn't meant to feel, who isn't meant to love. Declared his love to me. It wasn't a surprise really, everyone knew he loved me, Isobel, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Jeremy, Alaric and Katherine; even me. I saw the way he looked at me with so much love, so much desire, with so much feeling; it was impossible not to know.

But still it shocked me, not the him loving me part. But the part that he wanted me to forget; needed me to forget. He thought he was being selfish if I knew he loved me; but he was wrong. I already knew. He thought his brother deserved me; but he was wrong. Stefan is the good one; he does good things for the people he loves. But Damon sacrificed me; he sacrificed his love for me, because he didn't want to be selfish. He didn't want to cause me any pain, he truly believed he was the selfish one the bad one. But I know deep down inside of him, there is good present. Everything he has ever done has come down to love, he is good, and he isn't selfish. He is just so used to people always making him second best, always overlooking him as the dangerous, sexier, older Salvatore brother. They never see what I see, the man that is in their somewhere, the man that would die for the person he loves, the man that can sacrifice his love for me just because he believes he doesn't deserve me. Because he believes his brother does. The part that upsets me the most is, that he tried to compel me; tried to make me forget. He thinks I don't know, thinks I don't remember. But I do. I remember everything. All I can think is that I'm glad Aunt Jenna gave me some Tea that had vervain in it before I got in the shower, because if I hadn't drank that small cup of tea, I wouldn't have remembered his confession, I would have forgotten, it would have been as if it had never happened, a memory gone forever; to never return.

I love him; Damon Salvatore. The other brother, the one always overlooked. I think I have for a long time now, it's been there deep inside of me. I've always tried to push the feeling away, hoping that it would fade, that it would disappear. That I wouldn't feel this way anymore, I wish that he hadn't gone so quickly after he 'compelled me'. After that single tear fell from his icy blue eye. I whish he had stayed for at least a minute or two, so I could tell him what I am telling you. That I love him, and that he needs to know, that I need to tell somebody, and that somebody needs to be him, and that he wasn't selfish, he isn't selfish. He never has been; not to me; not ever. He never will be.

That's why I love him; Damon Salvatore; the other Brother.

One Day I hope I can tell him that, and for him to stay with me, and for him to believe in himself and for him to believe in me, and that we can conquer what is left for us to fight. Together.

Love

Elena Gilbert