My Sam,
       I miss being around you, loving you and just being near you too... I hate that it's already been three days without it, and I'm sure Kit's getting tired of the constant migraines too... I really wish it'd get its ass back, too... I miss being able to hold you at night... I even miss having to shove you outta bed to wake you up, as weird as that sounds. I miss just talkin' to you, and sitting in class with you, even with as boring as some of the classses are. ANd I agree with the test... 'Cause, damnit, this is a fuckin' bitch! And don't worry, that question's been floating in my head too. I don't want to lose you, baby.

Love you,
Mark

Mark

My dearest Mark,

I miss you by my side. I miss our bond. I wish it would come back already. We can make love as many times as we want, but it won't bring it back.
Maybe it's just me saying "It's not coming back". Maybe it's the negative energy. I don't know.

But I do know that I miss you. I didn't even wanna get out of bed this morning. I'm used to you shoving me out of bed, or getting frisky with me. Or having shower sex. Or you just in the bathroom to keep me company. You know I love you.

If this is a test, I hate it. I want the answer sheet so I can cheat. (Then maybe you could punish me :P *)

What if it never comes back? I'm keeping positive... But that question keeps floating in my mind.

Love,
Sam

Mark

How did we lose the love that we once had for each other?
How did we lose the happiness, that spark?
Back in the day when we were happy...

Where does this leave us now?
Both feeling empty
As we try and find a way to bring our love back

How long will this last?
A month?
A few weeks?
A year?

You know I love you
I just wish we would've lasted longer

-Sam

Mark

Mark,

                I wish I could say that I’m sorry for what I said, but I’m not. I’m not sorry for anything I did. Why? Because you needed to hear it. This time away from you has been… Relaxing. We’ve taken breaks before… but this one feels different. This one feels… permanent.

                I love you, Mark. You know that. I love you with all my being. But I’m not going to be your punching bag anymore. I look down at my wedding ring and I try to come up with reasons and memories on why I married you and how much I truly love you.

                Could I walk away from you? Probably. But I’d be destroying my own heart in the process. When I got up this morning, I grabbed my special box and I went through all the letters and cards you sent me, trying to find some sort of sense on how we managed to get to where we are today.

                Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am selfish. Do I ask you to do a lot of things for me? I don’t think so… But do I? Do I ask you to go out and buy me expensive jewelry? Do I whine about how you do certain things? I don’t think so… I just let you be you… But lately…

                I know I’ve said that age has nothing to do with it and it probably doesn’t… But I’m 19 years old. You’re 47. I know it’s a large gap… But I will always love you. Do I still need more time? Maybe. But the time we spend together, the bond becomes thinner and thinner. It was a bitch to get back the last time, but what if we can’t get it back this time?

                I know you could find somebody else who could love you like I do… And I’ve got the others… Do you blame the others for taking me from you? You have every right too. I don’t blame you.

Are we going to have to try and find the love again? How can we find something that’s not there, or that won’t show itself?

-Sam

Sam

Sam,
       I know I've been a dick to you a helluva lot more than you deserve, and I'm truly sorry. I never set out to turn into an emo bitch, trust me. And I never meant to blast Kat the way I do, not after the shit she's been through already and not after she's held the pack together like she did. She really was our glue back in the beginning.
       I know it may take a few days, but I'm seriously goin' back to the man you fell in love with.

Love you always,
Mark

Mark

What you mean to me

                You… With your leather pants and your biker attitude… That’s what drew me in. Your badassness. Your “I’m know what I want, so I’m going to take it” attitude. You used to be so tough… You used to be one helluva lover… You used to sate me so good…Used to talk dirty to me, flirt with me… Back me into the wall, box me in and look over my body and smirk. I loved when you did that. Especially when you came in off the road and you were all hot and bothered, you’d find me, back me into the wall, box me in and start sayin’ how much you’d love to be inside me, making me scream your name… how hot I would look with my legs around your waist or my legs on your shoulders…I don’t know what happened… We got married and then you changed. I don’t know what it is about you, Mark…

                Back when you were wrestling, when your music hit, my heart sped up. I felt my face start to flush. I felt myself smile and I couldn’t wait to hear what you had to say. Whether you’re riding your bike down that ramp or walking down it. Seeing you in your ring gear… Leather pants, leather vest… Necklace… Sunglasses hung on it or on your head… Your bandana…

                I keep watching old matches of yours on YouTube… The backstage segments and I keep trying to remind myself why I love you when you treat me like shit. I know, maybe I’m asking too much. But hell, have I ever asked anything of you? Anything demanding? I don’t think so. All I ask is that you love me. I let you be you outside of the ring. I don’t hold you back, do I?

                Last night… I don’t know what to do. Should I stay with you and have another breakdown? Should I stay with you so that you can use me for your own personal punching bag? Should I stay with you so that you can leave me on my back for you to fuck? I don’t know what you want of me anymore.

                I want the old you back. Hell, so does everybody else. We all want the badass back. Not what we see in the ring… We just want you. You used to be cool to hang around. Everybody respected you. They were afraid of you. They knew who they could come to for advice if they needed it—weather it be on the road advice or just advice in general.

                Should I take a few days to decide if I wanna stay with you? Sure, I should… But I think I already know my choice. We both know that our bond has gone to shit before, but it’s always come back… But this time… Our bond is non-existant anymore… Like it doesn’t want us to be together. I know when you read this, you’re probably going to go all emo and take some midol. Or you’re going to get really pissed and blast the shit out of Kat.

                You need to stop doing that. What has she ever done to you anyway? She’s probably been the most devoted member of your pack… Trying to keep it together before we even met. Know that she met me, it’s my job to keep the pack together. (To give Kat a break). But I really don’t know what your problem is.

                We used to talk. You used to talk to me. Now all you do is snarl and growl. That’s not how a marriage works, Mark. You should know. I’ve given you everything. 7 years of ups and downs, (more downs lately). Through the happiness and the sorrow. Back when it was just you and me. Now, there’s other guys in the bond and you feel threatened.

                So… What? You make my life a living hell just so I’d stay with you? No, Mark. That’s not how it works. Yes, I hate sharing and dividing my love. I love you. You know that. I know I don’t say it enough, but I do love you. I know you wish it was just you and me again… Before everybody else came in.  But I’m not going to change just because you demand it of me.

                Maybe you’re thinking this is a “Dear John” letter… Think what you want.            

                I feel empty without you around. I feel like a part of me is missing. But at the same time, I feel like a weight’s been lifted off my shoulders and I can finally breath. I can get away from all this drama shit. I just want you to be yourself, Mark… That’s all I ever wanted. I didn’t marry some emo-midol-taking bitch. I married a badass. A man who takes what he wants and says “Fuck the consequences”. I married a man who isn’t afraid to do what he wants and he’s not afraid to tell you what’s on his mind.

                Like I said before… I don’t know what I’m going to do or what I’m going to choose. But I think I already have an answer… and that answer is….

From, 

Sam

Val

Val,
       I know I hurt you when I rubbed on Luke, and I'm sorry. But then, I'm an idiot sometimes, you know? Just ask Mizzle, he had to put up with me for a few years.
       However, I do love you. And I do want to marry you, too. I like you for who you are. You're cute, funny, and fun to be around, and I like that.

Love,
JoJo

Sam

My dear Sam,
       I'm doing alright. I'd be better if I could be with you, though. As for the tour and work... They suck, but we gotta push through them, you know? 'Course, it helps knowing I've got you waiting for me at the end of the tour, makes the pain more bearable.
       Hell, I love seeing you wearing it when I've won it. Love watching you wear it in public when my name's on the plate and seeing people's reaction. It just makes getting all frisky with you more fun.
       I love you too. I probably don't say it or demonstrate it enough, but I do. You're my world, baby girl. Both you and our kids are. I'm glad I found you. To me, you're always beautiful. I don't care about what the number on the scale says, you will never be overweight to me. You're perfect the way you are. You always will be.

Love you,
Randy

Randy-Roo

How are you doing, my darling? I know that we haven't really talked or been together for awhile. With you being on the road and me being buried up the ass with work.
I love how hot you are with the WWE championship belt or the WHC belt. Especially when we decide to get a little... "Frisky" with it on.
I do love you, Randy. I know that I don't say it all that often, but I do. I know that you hate sharing me... BUt we have a very beautiful daughter and a very handsome, responsible, and trust worthy son.
I don't know what I did to deserve you. I mean, I'm not the best looking person (WEll, besides at the ranch. I love how I look at the ranch. All skinny and beautiful...)
Anyway... I love you. I love your foice, your laugh, your facial hair, your golden body... Your smile. Hell, I love everything about you. (Even when you wrestle. Especially when you wear those trunks... Lookin' all hot...

Love you,
Sam

Sam

My dear Sam,
       We've been together for... About four or five years here in the real world now, though I agree, it seems more like forever. And as much as I hate dislike arguing and fighting with you, I love making up with you, and knowing that it only makes us stronger.
       I can't wait to see you all relaxed, and soaking up the sun and fun. I know you've got a lot of stress comin' after that, but I hope memories of this help you keep your cool through classes and your ass whore of a father. As for that letter, yes you should. Do you want me to have Kitty annoy you about it?
       Last night... I'm glad you loved it. I'm tired of hard and fast.
       I'm surprised you haven't cried yet, either. And kind of glad, too, in a weird way. I don't like when you get that stressed out that you're reduced to sobbing it out and trying to push us away. And I still say that twitch is adorable, even when it's stress causing it.
       I love you too, darlin'. Always and forever.

Mark

Mark

My badass Mark,

                How long have we been together, my darling? It seems like we’ve been together forever. Sure, we have our arguments and snap at each other, but the making up part is always the best.

                I can’t wait until we take our mini vacation to the beach this summer. A week break before I start school for summer.

                I know that you’ve been getting frustrated at my father because he keeps calling me. I should probably mail out that letter I wrote him, huh?

                I’ll love you forever, my darling. I was surprised when last night. I was all ready to go to sleep and you rolled me over and whispered sweet nothings into my ear, whispering your love for me over and over again… I wished that it never ended. It was slow and sweet.

                You know that I’m stressed right now. I’m surprised that I haven’t cried yet. My twitch gets worse when I’m stressed. (You know… When I twitch my nose like a rabbit. You find it “adorable”, I find it annoying…Ha)

Well… I just thought I’d write and tell you that I love you~!

Love,

~Sam 

Kat

For those months that we seperated, I could think of nothing but you. I know that I was "with" Shannon, but like he explained to Sam-- He used me. We were using each other. I'm glad we're back together and I like seeing you happy. You finally seem content with me back.

Love,
Lev

Sam, from Mark

Sam,
     No, it didn't, and it never will. I love you too much to let it go away.
     I miss the time we spent together, but it seems like the others crowd in around you too closely for me to get near you. I know they don't do it intentionally, but there are times it feels that way, and I don't like making them take a back seat when they love you just as much, but I'm going to have to.

     Don't ever forget that I love you.

Love,
Mark

Mark

My dearest Mark,

                I know that you wish it was just “us” again… Just Mark and Sam; I wish that it was that way also. I hate sharing and I know that you hate sharing also. Would I change anything? No. I have NO regrets. You know that I love you. You think that I’m betraying you? I’m not, baby… I used to spend all my time with you. At times, we were inseparable. But now… The only time we see each other is in passing it seems like. 

                Don’t hate them for loving me… Hate me. I love you, Mark. You have my entire being. My heart, my soul, my body… You’re on my mind constantly and you’re all I can talk about most days. I hate begging.

                I love you. What happened to our “Forever and Always”? Did that all go away?

Sam

Sam

Sam,

    Life would have been a helluva lot more boring. And really? We were both ready to let me have my own body. If we'd stayed inthe same body... I think we'd still be close, but probably not as close, and the dueling bonds would have driven the three of us nuts.

    As for our bond trying to shove Mark's away... Don't worry. It won't, not when he's just as important to you as I am. I'm glad we bonded, that you feel so comfortable, contented and happy. And I'd never snap you in half, lovermine. You're too important to me.

    I love you very much too, lover. And don't be so unnerved. I'll always be here to support, love and cherish you.

Love you,
Az

Stallion

I wonder what life would have been like if you and Mark had stayed in one body. Would we be as close as we are? Would we be so in love with each other? I'm happy that you have your own body, Stallion. It feels like my bond with you is trying to shove away Mark's. It just...It feels...Right, when I'm with you. I feel...content...Happy... relaxed (even though you could snap me in half if you wanted, but don't worry. I could do the same to you too!).

I love you very much, Az. I love you and Taker both. I'm glad that I have you... Our souls are very close knit with each other... That unnerves me at times. Ha :)

Anyway...

I just thought I would let you know.

Love,
Sam

Shannon

Shan,

God, I fucking hated your guts for years after that. To be honest, I wanted you to just die. You hurt me and I had to literally restrain all 7 of my mates from killing you themselves (Especially Taker). I kept looking at our beautiful daughter and I saw a little bit of you in her. It's the eyes. I hated what you did too me.

But as time went on, I guess my hate for you eased. If Jeffy and I can over-come our issue's, then I guess you and I can also. You know I don't give second chances, Shannon. But I'll give you ONE more chance... My mates aren't that scary... Ha. They're more like... Teddy bears.

I guess the point I'm trying to make is, Shannon, is that I guess I love you back. Maybe I'm afraid to re-open old wounds. Maybe I'm afraid to start loving you again. I don't know if I can trust you like I once did... But I know the real you, Shannon.

Those nights I spent holding you while you cried in my arms while we were with Decker, Rider, and Darla... Those years were pure hell. I held you... I comforted you. Then Kat came back and rescued you while I stayed trapped. It wasn't until I came to Mark's pack did I recognize you. Once you spotted me in person, I could see the light returning... The fight...

When Ana was born... God... Those bouncy blonde curls... The wide, innocent green eyes... She still responds when someone asks, "Have you seen the bananas?!"

It'll take me time to love and fully trust you again, Shannon... But do know... For now, it's a temporary love. :)

-Sam

Sam

Sam,
       I know we parted pretty badly, and that I hurt you a lot when I cheated on you, and that I hurt you even worse when Lev and I couldn't stay apart during the brief time we got back together. Believe me, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't regret that. I miss the easy conversations we used to have... The fun... I miss our friendship most of all.
       I know you have every right to not want to take me back. After all, I hurt you pretty bad, and you've got 7 other rather scary mates. But I've been thinking about what's important to me lately, and honestly? A whole lot of sex isn't that important if it's not with someone I love and care about, and Lev isn't it. He never really was, even in the beginning. I hate that I used him because I was scared of how deeply I was falling for you, but it's the truth. I'm sorry it took this long to admit to both you and to myself, but there it is. I love you, Sam, and I always have. And I don't ever want to stop.

~Shannon

Sam

Sam,
       Sometimes, I don't know why the hell you married me if I can't keep up with you or satisfy you. Sometimes I think it was to just say you're married to The Undertaker, or that you're still Alpha of your pack.
       But then  I see our kids, and I remember that you do love me for something other than status, or my fame. I may be a jackass to you and Kit (*God knows how she puts up with it... (Kit) Barely. Why you think I knit so much?*), I may not be that great in bed sometimes.... But we manage to deal with it.

Mark

Dad

I know that we've had our troubles in the past... Back when I was 16 and doing drugs and whoring myself around... Trying to bury the pain... Putting you in all that pain...

I never got to say how thankful I am that you put up with it (Well, after you beat me up).
I never got to say how thankful I am that you still love me

I never forgot the look on your face when I showed you Gabe for the first time. I was only 19 years old.
I never forgot the look on your face when I showed up after Darla and that hell.
I never forgot the look on your face when I got married.

I will always be your little girl, daddy. Always. You did the best damn job in raising Dean, Justin, and I when mom died... I know you miss her, dad... We all do. When Justin died... God... You gave me and Dean the longest lecture we had. You told us to stay alive. We're doing just that, daddy.

Dean is still looking out for me. After years of telling him to "Look out for Sammy" and "Protect your little sister". Dean is still doing that, dad. He always will.

I love you, dad. I know that either of us say it enough-- But we don't have too.

Love,
Sam

Blackheart

You're still in the dog house, buddy. No sex. I let you see our children briefly this morning when they all cried. At. The. Same. Time.

Hell, I'm just happy with ONE! But SIX?! WE ARE NEVER HAVING SEX AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Either that, or you permenetely get a condom on your dick.

They're names are (In birth order):

Trevor James (Boy)
Avril May (Girl)
Scout Marie (Girl)
Atticus Williams(Boy)
Tommie Rose (Girl)
Gavin Alexander (Boy)

These are our children.

- Adam

Shawty

Shawty,
       They don't know squat about us and you know that. They don't know how much you mean to me, how much I love you. They don't know how much I cherish you, cherish the time we get together. And if they knew, they wouldn't understand, they wouldn't get us. Not the way we get us. So fuck them.
       I love you, now and forever, Shawty.

Love you,
John

Chain Gang

You read these words that I write, knowin' I speak the truth. You and me, we're here to stay. Fuck all the haters and the non-believers. What do they know anyway? You say that you're like a pin-wheel, to go ahead and blow you. Oh Chain Gang. You should know better than to open a challange like that. Especially to me!

You know that I love you-- Always and forever. We may not see each other always, but I enjoy the little moments we have together. Your energy is contagious, your smile is hot. Your voice makes me melt--especially when you rap.

I wouldn't change a thing about you, homie. Just know that I'll love you forever.

Love,
Shawty

Dave