John walked around backstage, preparing for his match. It was the first real night that he had wrestled since his break up with Mickie. The spilt hit him hard, because he was never going to see Mickie again. She had walked away from him and the company, that was something that broke his heart in two.

As he approached the Diva's locker room, the sound of music caught his attention. Mickie's favorite song was being played. Memories snuck back into his head, as he slid down the wall, wanting to hear the song. He wanted to relive the happy times, whislt singing along to an extremely depressing song. There was no shame in that.

I was thinkin about her

thinkin about me

thinkin about us

where we gunna be

open my eyes...

it was only just a dream

John mouthed the lyrics, and leaned his head back, letting it hit the wall. The memory of the day he asked Mickie out, popped into his head. There they were standing backstage, talking about matches, and he popped the question. He uttered the six worded phrase that girls loved to hear.

so i travel back down that road

wish you'd come back

no one knows

i realize, it was only just a dream

"Was it a dream?" He whispered, shaking his head. It couldn't have been; she said yes, they went out, and they dated for months on end. Everything seemed perfect, but she still wanted to leave. She still felt like things weren't working out, and that confused him. Out of all that time, he thought everything was perfect.

i was at the top

now its like i'm in the basement

number 1 spot

now shes finding a replacement

i swear now i cant take it

knowing somebodys got my baby

Somebody did have his baby. Since day one of Mickie's TNA debut, she had been prancing around with Kenneth Anderson. The two had been seen kissing each other backstage, going out to dinner, holding hands at the beach; they were a couple. John was selfish, he didn't want her to be with anyone but him. He didn't want her to receive another mans love.

Now you ain't around, baby I can't think

I shoulda put it down, shoulda got that ring

Cuz I can still feel it in the air

See her pretty face, run my fingers through her hair

"Dammit." John mumbled under his breath, standing up from the floor. He couldn't listen to that depressing song, it made him want to cry. Each and every verse described him personally, and he hated it. He hated how music could have so much impact on people.

My love of my life, My shawty, my wife

The line faded out as he walked towards the exit. "Fuck wrestling, fuck life, fuck everything." John swung the door opened, and walked out. To his surprise, Mickie was sitting on the hood of his car. Tears were in her eyes, and sadness was on her face. Something had obviously happened.

"Mickie, baby, what's wrong?" John asked, rushing over to her. He took her face in his hands and looked down at her with concerned eyes. "Ken left me." Mickie whispered, letting her eyes fall on the one she loved. John was her everything, Ken was nothing more than a rebound.

"You don't need him, Mickie. You have me." John let a smile creep over his lips. "I'm always here for you, forever and always." John stated, leaning down and kissing her lips softly. The tingle he felt between, brought happiness to his heart. Mickie was back in his arms, nothing could be better. "I love you." He whispered, slowly pulling away.

Mickie smiled at his words, and looked deep into his eyes. "I love you too." She whispered back. After what she had done to him, she never thought he would still love her. She had always thought that he hated her for her actions. Luckily she was wrong, and she couldn't be happier.

John helped Mickie off the hood and wrapped an arm around her waist. "C'mon, babe, we've got a match to win." He winked down at her and walked back inside the arena. Everything was finally falling back in place.