Caroline. I’m standing in one of my favorite places in the world, surrounded by food, music, art, culture, and all I can think about is how much I want to show it to you. Maybe one day you’ll let me.
Tag: kc
No, I don’t regret our time together. I just think when we met I was so young. When I think about it, I was someone else back then. And so were you. I don’t think I’ve changed that much. I do. The man I met back then terrified me. I was intrigued but I never felt safe, or relaxed, or myself really. And now look at us. So you don’t regret meeting me? No.
But I do think that I represented something for you back then, something innocent.
It reminded you of a part of yourself that you lost and wished that you could get back. If we had never met until now I wonder if you’d even notice me.
It would be impossible not to notice you, Caroline.
#finally a caroline letter to klaus
klaus and caroline sending each other letters (tvd 8.16 / to 5.07)
Is that our thing.
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detective!klaroline
Do you regret the time we’ve spent together? Seriously? Do you? No, I don’t regret our time together. I just think when we met I was so young. When I think about it, I was someone else back then. And so were you.
Do you regret the time we’ve spent together? Seriously? Do you? No, I don’t regret our time t o g e t h e r. I just think when we met I was so young. When I think about it, I was someone else back then. And so were you. I don’t think I’ve changed that much. I do. The man I met back then terrified me. I was intrigued but I never felt safe, or relaxed, or myself really. A n d n o w l o o k a t u s . So you don’t regret meeting me? No. But I do think that I represented something for you back then, something innocent. It reminded you of a part of yourself that you lost and wished that you could get back. If we had never met until now I wonder if you’d even notice me. It would be i m p o s s i b l e not to notice you, C a r o l i n e. Your essence would hover around me… harangue me until I did.
Wouldn’t it be more accurate to say you’re afraid of yourself, your darkest desires?
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