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.