Dear Diary, Damon is gone. I don’t have anyone else to lean on. Anyone else to rest my head on. Anyone else to love. I’m drowning in the tears that I cannot stop. I’m out of breath, hoping one day I’ll breathe again. But he’s the only air I know and the only one I’d kill to breathe. Our beautiful, everlasting and arduous dance is forever in my heart. Dear Damon, come back to me, please.
So, do you know his brother Dean Winchester died in St. Louis
…and was suspected of murder?
Isn’t it weird how people change and grow apart and stop talking and then one day you see this person who you swore you were going to be friends with forever and you can barely think of a thing to say and then it finally hits you that somewhere along the way your friendship dimmed and you will probably never be close to that person again. I think that’s one of the saddest things I’ve come to terms with lately.