Cena

My Dearest John,

                From the moment our eyes met, I knew that we would become the best of friends. I knew that we would mesh and laugh and be great together. I always thought of you as a friend until the day I fell in love with you all those years ago. Back when you were with Randy. I wanted to make you mine so bad, but I didn’t wanna jeopardize what we had as friends.

                I love everything about you—your rapping skills, you’re funny as hell, you’re sweet, nice, kind, considerate, well hell, I can’t think of words. When I got pregnant with Aleu, my love for you only intensified. I remember all the ribs we’d pull when I’d travel with you for WWE.

                What turns me on about you is when you did Thuganomics. Chain Gang. Your attitude. It stirred something inside me and it made me hot for you. What I didn’t know at the time was that our love for each other would make our friendship deeper. I didn’t know that you loved me back like I loved you. Back then, I thought you were just having sex with me because I couldn’t have Mark at the time. When you got together with Cherry, it broke my heart that I pushed you away. That I hurt you that bad.

                I thought that I’d write you this…letter thing or what have you because I know that we don’t spend time together as often as we should and I miss you a lot, John. I miss our movie nights, our video game nights. The nights we would stay up late and order Chinese or pizza—or hell, both. The nights were we’d rap together in front of your fans. I miss your company.

Love,

Sam.