Sam

Dearest Sam,

 I'm sorry I can't do more to help you with the stress you're facin' now, and I'm sorry the dream freaked you out so much... Just know I'm not leavin' you anytime soon, God's will or no. You're my whole life, my whole world, my everything, I promise you. You truly mean more to me than I could ever truly express, written or verbally. I know Kit Kat's told you I was damn near to feral when you came, and it's the God's honest truth. I was almost a half-step from just shifting and disappearing into the wild.
 When you came to us, you brought reason back into my life, a reason to stay human. I fell in love with you the first time we met, and didn't look back. Just having you to love is a blessing that I treasure every day, and always will. I know we've had our rough spots, had our bond broke and take it's time healin', but it always comes back so much stronger. We won't ever lose it, even if it seems that way in the middle of a break.
 I love you, babe. Always and forever.
 Mark

Mark to Sam, March 29th, 2011

Darlin',

I'm sorry I hurt you so much and never realized it. I'm sorry for not being there, not being your rock, or writing you letters as often as I should... And I'm sorry for letting you think I don't care about us. I do, I always will. I don't care how many times I tell you: You're my everything, my whole world, my life. I love you so much it hurts.

And if you asked me to go back to when we started... I'd refuse. We've been through so much together... I wouldn't have missed that journey for anything. Not any of the fights, or the tender moments we stole... Or even the botched romantic ones. They're what makes us... Us. They're what I treasure at the end of the day. They help keep me sane when you're out on the road with your band, or with the UFC. Moments like those are why I look forward to you coming home. They're why I miss you so much. Please... Don't let my stupidity be why our relationship dies. I love you too much to want to let that happen...

Love always,

Mark

Mark to Sam, March 29th, 2011

My dearest Sam,

I know I don't write to you nearly enough anymore. I'm sorry. Just know that I love you, even if I don't write out elaborate poems or songs or anything, or even say it all the time. But I digress. My love ain't gonna die just because we don't see each other for awhile or when other things get in the way, or when 'Lene cuts the bond... Guess what I'm askin' is for your understanding and love.

Forever yours,

Mark

Mark's response

1/17/2011

2:20 am

My dear Sam,

I know you don't want to drag me into your problems, but I'll do anything in my power to help you. I know you don't mean to hurt me when you push me out. I don't hurt so much as worry.

Words don't express fully how much I love you. I find myself loving you more each day, and not questioning why. I never figured fully what I was in for when our eyes met the first time you can, but I'm happy to be in it. I'll never regret letting you into my heart and soul.

I never doubt that you can handle Matt. I know you can kick his ass anytime you want to.

Love
Mark

Sam's Response Letter

My dearest Mark,

                The letter you wrote struck my heart in a beautiful way. I can’t believe how stupid I was when I pushed you out. I know that you’re only trying to help me. I know that everything I push you out, you’re hurting. I guess if I push you away, I figured I wouldn’t hurt you. I don’t want to drag you into my petty problems, even if you do ask.

                Words can’t express how much I love you…How much you mean to me. You really are my everything… Even if I don’t show it, you are. I’ll admit, at first, I didn’t know what I was getting into the first time our eyes met on that fateful day. But for some reason, I knew I had to make you mine.

                I didn’t expect you to mean so much to me. I didn’t expect to fall madly in love with you. Am I regretting that I did? Hell No! I know I may seem stubborn and that I may want a lot, but I don’t. I’m content with what I have. I’m content with who I have.

                Don’t worry about Matt. I can handle him. You make me so fucking happy I could burst out into song. I’ll fight for you until the beyond of time. You’ll forever be mine. I fucking love you, my sweet release. You’ll never escape my clutches.  You fill me with happiness and smiles, with rainbows and puppies.

Love Always,

Lil Darlin’

Mark's letter

1/16/2011

6:30 am

My darling Sam,

How can mere words express how important you are to me? You are my whole world, my life, my everything. Without you, my world would be dark and dreary, because my sunshine would be up in heaven. I don't see how I'd live lone after you leave.

When you first came to the pack, I'll admit I wasn't too sure why Kat had brought you home. I felt like our family was whole enough. But I admit you grew on me when I saw how you interacted with the rest, how easily you fit in, how you helped out and brought Rey out of his funk. You brought peace to the pack. Well, except for Matt, but he's the lone rotten egg in our pack.

I hate when you block me out when you're deep in the depression, and feeling like taking yourself out of our lives is the only thing you can do... I hate that I can't comfort you, reassure you that you're important to us all. I know I wouldn't be able to let you go if you died, especially if you left thinking it was the only way to protect us from yourself.

Guess what I'm trying to say is to trust me to help you through when you feel the suicidal thoughts welling up... Let me help you squash them. Let me love you for you.

Love forever and always,

Mark