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