No, really, Jeremy. Thank you. For your biceps. For your badassery. For your smartass comments and verbal sparring with, well, everyone. For your dedication to Elena. For your man tears. Good luck in "art school."
Bonnie brought Jeremy BACK to life (AGAIN) but then SHE died. Then HE almost died (AGAIN) during a car crash. No one can ever say that Damon doesn't care about Jeremy. No matter what Damon himself says.
Jeremy was DEAD-dead until Bonnie brought him back to life. But then SHE was dead and he was the only one who could see her and then there were THREE Elena's and Bonnie became the anchor. All so she could have sex with Jeremy apparently. Hey, we can't say we wouldn't do the same.
In the midst of all the badassing and smartassing and dying and coming back to life and vampire hunting, Jeremy maintained a pretty A-OK relationship with his big sister/cousin Elena. You know, when he wasn't trying to kill her.
In his continued commitment to personal hygiene, Jeremy took showers. Which is good because with all that wood cutting and bicep building, he probably worked up quite the sweat. We volunteer as tribute if he needs help with those hard to reach places or any one of his 2000 parts.
You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure, and even a little danger... I want you to get everything you're looking for. But for right now, I want you to forget that this happened. Can't have people knowing I'm in town yet. Goodnight, Elena.
Dear Elena, yes you heard that correctly. Hell has frozen over. I'm writing it all down. Granted, I'm half a bottle in thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc, a bottle I waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights sitting in my wine cellar convincing myself I could hear it age, tannins growing, fermenting, but appreciating its beauty didn't make time go by any faster. The bottle just laid there on its shelf, torturing me while I waited for Katherine and time stood still. Eventually I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would. And that is the story of why I drink bourbon. I don't know who I am without you, but I know that as long as I'm with you, time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A selfish friend, a jealous brother, a horrible son? Or maybe with a little luck, I'll do right by you. Because you may be a thousand miles away or a hundred years away, but you're still here with me and my heart is right there in that coffin with you. Until you come back to me.