Bonnie’s diary,

Two months ago....

In my heart, I am writing, let this be a testament to the wonders that I witness today; the wonders of this creature that I am; the wonders of that being that keeps staring at me.

Dear diary,

He looks so yummy, .........I wonder if.......Lord no! I should not think about those things, it’s a sin of the soul. Maybe he’s just one of those furry, cuddly creatures, all bark and no bite. It would be a waste for a man to have such a banging body if he doesn’t know how to screw.

Gosh! I suddenly feel so filthy, thinking all those impure thoughts about him.

Bonnie...you must be crazy, no insane, nah...absolutely bonkers.

I think my head is spinning, visions.....patches of memories, taste.....things I can’t seem to understand are invading my senses.

Gosh! His smell is so alluring, almost disgustingly familiar.

His eyes are so dark; were they always like this? So deep, I can’t pull myself out of them.

His body...I could swear it’s calling mine.

His touch....have I felt them before? I think I have.

I want his lips on my, with the weight of him trapping me under his skin; I long for him to be inside me, filling up every inch.

I want him.

Bonnie....maybe you should have your head checked, I said to myself.

A dust of anger arose inside me, who the hell does he think he is, looking at me so arrogantly?

I just can’t stand him.

And then I smiled, partly because he his gorgeous.

And that smirk on his face, I wish I could wipe it off.

Why do I feel so connected to him?

I want to know him, I have to know him.

I not sure when or how he got in front of me, but his eyes.....the way he’s looking at me, I want it to be like this forever.

He is here, offering me a handshake, “Hi, I’m Damon.”

Damon...damon...  I have definitely heard that name like a thousand times before, my head tells me I have called that name a million times before. Why does it feel like I have known him for more than a lifetime?

We are shaking hands now, and an unexplainable power surges inside me, I think I am going to explode.

I about to introduce myself but then, “Bon....Bonnie,” I could recognize that voice in a desert storm. It’s my friend, Elena; waving and jumping from a safe distance. “ Common Bonnie, we got to go.”

Damon

Before the garden of Eden, angels were created to be servants, and humans were more powerful creatures. But, do you remember Eve, she was the downfall of Adam. she was the downfall of mankind. That changed everything, angels became more powerful, and humans became weaker.

But guess what? Angels have weaknesses too....love for humans, power, greed and lust.

When every child is born, an angel  is assigned to him or her, I wasn’t God’s first choice, Lucifer was; but then, he dishonored his pledged allegiance to God. He thought he was  above watching over humans; he thought he was strong enough to overthrow God, and he was thrown into the bottomless pit.

There are two major angelic rules: You cannot disobey God, and you cannot fall in love with the mortal you were created to guide and protect. I broke his stupid little rules. But, because God favored me, I was given many second chances, I rebelled.

Mortality, darkness, and eternal damnation, that’s what an angel gets for disobeying the commands of his Lord. Forever unexplainable are the things we do for love.

If I had to do it again, I would choose love,

If I had to do it again, I would die in her stead.

If I had to do it again, I’d rather be born human, than be created as an angel.

Humans can love, f**k, hate, love, and then f**k some more

There was a time Bonnie wasn’t Bonnie, and I not Damon, maybe someday, you’ll get it.