Damon loved her completely, possibly more than he had ever loved Katherine...and he was cursed by it since Elena couldn't leave Stefan, the man who was her everything, the man who had been promised her eternity. "I know, Damon...I know. I remember...when you told me...," she murmured softly, lifting her hand to touch his own on her cheek. Elena wished she could be brave enough to let Damon go...but she wasn't. She was a coward--she needed him as much as he needed her. "I'm so sorry, Damon."