Author's Note: This story is dedicated to the loving memory of Eddie Guerrero. Also, as talented as I wish I was, I'm not…lol. So the poem that Trish writes to Dave is written by Stacy, aka bkerbunny. Thank you so much for letting me use your poem!

Vera.

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Trish hurriedly scribbled the last of her emoetry—emotional poetry, a phrase she stole from her ex-boyfriend, Jeff Hardy and made it popular. Trish read over the poem for what seemed like the twentieth time in the past ten minutes. She was trying in vain to make sense of it all.

They were good together. While her and Dave kept saying that it was only sex, it wasn't. They often ordered in take-out and snuggle up in bed to watch movies. Dave constantly teased Trish about her junk food eating habits, yet he would always try to steal some of her French fries. And whenever they drove around town late at night, Trish would sing songs that were playing on the radio to Dave.

The pair never said mentioned those three little words, but they both felt it. Whenever they were out, Dave would hold Trish, like if he was trying to protect her from everyone. Trish would sneak her fingers within Dave's and would hold on so tight, Dave would tease her that she was trying to give him a death grip.

And then there was the fiery sex. It was never a dull moment between Dave and Trish in bed as they both taunted and teased each other; giving a little and holding back; giving more and stopping. Their bodies rhythmically moving alongside each other with such want and need, it seemed like the sex fulfilled a desire only each other could bring out.

And it was over.

It has been a month since she ended her relationship with Dave and it felt like an eternity. She lost track of how many times she cried. She couldn't remember the last time she ate. And worse of all, she still had to promote her album during all of this. And my album is so happy, too.

Jen was looking at the schedule for the upcoming day. Trish's day was going to be packed with various interviews and photo shoots. Trish would normally be excited to participate, yet Jen knew none of that matter. She concentrated on Trish's demeanor as she kept waving the poem back and forth, contemplating if mailing it was even worthwhile.

While she has been through many breakups with Trish, Jen has never seen her this devastated. "Are you going to mail that?"

Trish shook her head. "I can't. It hurts too much."

"I don't understand why you don't just pick up the phone and call him, Trisha. It's obvious you're hurting."

"I never called him when we were together and I'm not about to start now that we're broken up." Trish said.

"How much longer are you going to torture yourself like this?"

"Until I can't feel him in my soul anymore."

"Which is when? Never?"

I guess so, Trish thought. "Well, fine." Trish folded the poem threefold and placed in an envelope. "You're gong to see Randy this week, right? If you see Dave, give this to him." She handed Jen the envelope.

Jen held the envelope in her hands. "Wouldn't it be better if you gave Dave the envelope yourself?"

Trish shook her head. "Not now…not ever."

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Jen flew out to see Randy at the Smackdown! House show at Tuscon, Arizona. She made sure that she brought the envelope that Trish gave her. Jen was more than a tad frustrated that Trish was so stubborn, but she couldn't say that she wasn't surprised in the least bit by her attitude. Trish has always acted in the same manner whenever she broke up with anyone. But damn….this is awful.

"Hey baby!" Randy greeted Jen with a kiss. "How's my girl doing?"

"I'm doing alright. How are you doing, baby?" Jen smiled.

"I have a hard-on that has your name all over it." Randy winked.

"Oh, really? I guess I need to take care of it, don't I?" Jen began to rub Randy's crotch.

"Oh yes, you do." Randy nodded.

"Take that shit somewhere else." Dave scolded as he picked up his luggage.

Randy turned around and was about to say something but Jen told him not to. "He has been acting like a straight-up bitch for the past month. No one can figure out what the hell is problem is. Even Tina is confused."

Oh I have a feeling what his problem is. "Let me talk to him for a minute." Jen suggested.

"Baby, that's not going to help. All of us tried to talk to him and it's no use."

Jen suddenly remembered the envelope in her purse. "I think I can convince him." She then walked over to Dave. "Hey there."

"What is it?"

"I was wondering how you were holding up?'

"I'm doing just fine, damn it."

"Sure about that? I heard that you've been throwing a few bitch fits as of late."

"I'm fucking fine, Jen." Dave snapped.

"Well, whatever." Jen shrugged. "But before I leave, here's something for you from Trish. Don't even ask why she didn't give to you herself." Jen handed Dave the envelope and then left with Randy.

Dave stared down at the envelope. While he wasn't afraid to open it, he wasn't sure if there was good news behind it. She's already hurt me, she can't do any worse now.

Dave sat down on a nearby bench and tore open the envelope. He felt his heart once again sink to the floor as he read the poem.

What I wouldn't do...
Just to see you again.
Talk to you again.
Feel the pleasure when saying your name again.

What I wouldn't do...
To feel your warm lips against mine,
moving in unshed passion again.
Feeling your hands dance over my body again.
Just to feel the butterflies swarming in the pit of my belly for you again.

What I wouldn't do...
To feel your breath hot against the nape of my neck again.
To have you inside me again.
To love me again.

What I wouldn't do...
To do it again...

As Dave read the poem over and over again, he decided that he had just about enough. He was tired of the pain that the break-up has caused and the poem didn't make it any better. He picked up his cell phone and dialed. He left a message for Trish and made it crystal clear.

"I don't care what you have going on for the next couple days. You need to be here with me."