"That's very true. I could have missed out on your love... I would have gone on with a boring high school life, depressed about my parents' death...and I would have never known true love." There was a time where she wasn't sure if she even knew what love was, but now...now she was completely sure of it. She had it with Stefan. It wasn't always painless, there were times when it hurt more than anything, but when things were good, they were incredible, like a high, she figured.
"I would...like...to see your home sometime. I mean, what it was like in 1864. When you were growing up." She slowly moved into his lap, straddling his hips and wrapping her arms around her neck, running her fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck. "I bet it was beautiful..." She'd seen pictures of houses in the late 1800s, and Elena was curious as to how it might have actually been to live in one.