Dear Diary, 

I'm not really one to write these kind of things, ya know, cause males are supposed to be all "tough and emotionless", but I'm fed up with the stereotyping so I'm writing it. 

How am I supposed to tell her I love her?

When she makes her way over to me, do I just straight up spill it all out? Just smile at her as she walks past but then double back and catch up to her, just kiss her and pray to god she feels the same way? How am I supposed to tell such a person how I feel when I get chocked up at just the thought of her? 

I cant even walk in a straight line when she makes eye contact with me. I feel like I've had all the alcohol in the world injected into my system when she touches me. Her voice is as sweet as candy and as soft as velvet. I could go on forever about her. Of course, this crappy description does her no justice whats so ever. She is above words and my limited vocabulary isn't on my side when writing this kind of thing. 

But, there's no point getting all love-struck over her anymore, seeing as though its all become a wasted opportunity because shes gone, taken by a guy who's a million times better than I ever will be, and I was stupid enough to let her leave. 

If only I could turn back time. I'd shout those three words over and over until she heard me, and hopefully she'd shout them back. Everything would fall into place like I always envisioned them too. But, I'm no doctor who, and I cant time travel. I'm just silly old me. A werewolf, and shes so much like an angel. Maybe it just wasn't supposed to be... 

Or maybe it was, but I was too chicken to release my feelings to someone I defiantly would have given up the world for. I'm an idiot and I'm only just realizing that. If only... 

Yours sincerely, 

Derek Hale.