Lately quarantine has got me thinking about how alone I feel, so I have been revisiting a lot of ships that I love. And hey, there is no ship that I love more than Klaroline.
Klaus and Caroline were always meant to be. You’ll never convince us otherwise. They both just made questionable choices in their lives that led them away from each other versus into each others arms where they belonged.
We know, we know – writers have their own ideas and they have a storyline for how things should be. I think we all want to respect that, but one of the hardest parts of Klaus dying (besides the obvious of Hope) was that we’d never get our happy Klaroline ending.
We miss them so much.
WHEN HE TOLD HER HE WANTED TO BE HER LAST LOVE
WHEN HE SAID PERHAPS ONE DAY SHE WOULD LET HIM SHOW HER THE WORLD
HE ALWAYS WANTED TO PROTECT HER, EVEN WHEN THEY HATED EACH OTHER
KISSES ON CHEEKS
THE WAY HE NEVER SHUT DOWN HER STUBBORNESS, HE FOUND HER ENDEARING
THE WAY THEY’D CALL EACH OTHER OUT
THE WAY THEY’D MAKE EACH OTHER SMILE
PROOF OF THE WAY THEIR LOVE ALWAYS ROSE TO THE SURFACE
THE WAY THEY’D TEASE EACH OTHER
THE WAY SHE’D CRADLE HIS FACE
THEY’D ALWAYS FIND THEIR WAY BACK TO EACH OTHER, EVEN IF FOR JUST ADVICE
THE FAREWELLS BEFORE KLAUS LEFT FOR NEW ORLEANS
HE’D ALWAYS REMIND HER THAT SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL
AND HE WAS THE ULTIMATE ONE…
SHE WASN’T AFRAID TO TELL HIM TO STOP OR TO RETHINK HIS ISSUES
STILL CAN’T GET OVER THIS SEXUAL ATTENTION
THOSE VULNERABLE MOMENTS…
WILL ALWAYS CRY WATCHING THEM DDANCE
