Damon looked out at the ocean. 'You need me to be honest? I've BEEN honest, Elena! I've TOLD you how I feel. I don't know what more you want from me! You want me to sit and wait for you, like you did for my brother, when he didn't even fucking deserve it?! How long? How fucking long do I wait?! You say it's not that easy. No fucking shit! Like it's easy to sit here, and feel like I'm second choice because my brother fucked up.'
He turned to face her. His voice was raw and angry, but the emotion in his eyes wasn't anger--it was pain. 'Everyone thinks that I'M the big fuck up of the Salvatore brothers. But I'm not. I left Mystic Falls yeah. But I've never backed down from a responsibility. I make the difficult choices, when making them SUCKS. I let people THINK I'm the dick, to protect my brother, who doesn't seem to appreciate that.
'And HE ends up with the girl. It's the same tune, different song, for the past 100 years. The fucked up part? If you told me that I actually HAVE a shot? I'll probably sit here and wait. I'll hate myself every goddamned minute, but I'd wait.'