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Summary: Five years after a plane crash leaves Jeff Hardy presumed dead, his fiancée is ready to move on, to a new life with her autistic son. But what happens when her life is turned upside down with a blast from her not so distant past and she is forced to reevaluate everything she thought she knew?

"Leave the past at the door when you marry Matt."

That had been from her Mother, two days earlier and it was what prompted her to do this now. The time had come, she knew it but it didn't make what had to be done any easier.

She was in the attic where she had stored all of Jeff's old clothes and other projects he had been working on at the time that he had died. She inhaled deeply as she opened up a dusty old box that was appropriately named Letters.

She was unsure of what might be in the box and was not entirely desperate to find out. It had been almost six years since she had put these items up here, never to look at them again. But her mom was right. She had to finally make peace that he was not coming back and move on with her life. This was the first step in that.

Mariska pulled out the pile of documents and after a quick scan through them she realized what they were. Years and Years of letters Jeff had written while on the road ad away from here and the love they had shared.

Could she really look at these now? Knowing that by doing so she would be risking her relationship with Matt by going deeper into the past she was trying to distance herself from? She was up here trying to rid herself of the painful memories not delve deeper into them. Going against her better judgment she slid one of the letters out of the original envelope; which had yellowed over the years.

His scrawling over the envelope with her name was untouchable and that alone threatened the tears that were lingering on the surface. Unfolding the letter, she took a deep breath and began to read, bringing herself back to the time when the letter had been written in her mind.

Mari,

I know you hate when I call you that but before you write yourself a mental note to kick my ass, I want you to hear me out.

Mariska, the nights on the road being away from you are killing me. So much so that I have asked Vince McMahon for some time off to be with you. I miss you so much, it pains me to breathe. The only thing that comforts me is that at night I dream of being there with you, my arms wrapped around you and keeping you safe.

Mariska, I want to marry you. I know that this isn't the traditional way to ask but I'm anything but traditional. I was so sure I was allergic to marriage all these years without it. But you came into my life and changed that in me. You made my fear vanish and you made me believe in you...in us.

Just know that every star you see in the sky at night is a star that i have wished on. They are also the stars I will travel on to get back to where I want to be...with you.

Forever ours, this life,

Jeff

She wiped the tears from her eyes as she put the letter back into the envelope slowly and carefully. She remembered that time like it was yesterday. He had laughed about it later, that he had first proposed in a letter but she never found the humor in it at all. She knew it wasn't the normal way for one to propose but for him and for what their relationship had been, it was perfect.

He had told her once that ever since his mother died he had been afraid of marriage and all that it would bring with it. He was afraid that if he followed through with any marriage he would lose his wife the same way that his father Gil had lost Ruby Hardy all those years ago. She had understood and had never expected anything like what she had gotten.

She didn't need to marry Jeff to know how committed he had been. But in proposing to her in the manner that he had, well it had been all she could have asked for and more.

But in knowing what Jeff had done for her was above and beyond what she had ever dreamed of, and the fact that it had never come to pass the way they had planned it, could she in good conscious marry his brother?