WWE's road schedule can be tough until you get use to it. It doesn't make it any easier; you just get use to only being home two or three days a week. It wasn't often that we had time off but when we did, we took advantage of it. We had some time off due to needing to prepare for Wrestlemania. Since a few of us had to stay in town for media promotions, I suggested camping to most of the locker room. I figured we needed to have some relaxation to prepare for the biggest show of the year for us.

We found a campsite that would also rent out tents and set up camp. I gathered wood for the campfire, thinking to myself what a motley crew we were out here and glad that no fans were around.

The roll call of wrestlers was Kofi Kingston, the Miz, Bryan Danielson, Evan Bourne, CM Punk, Luke Gallows, Randy Orton, Dolph Ziggler, Zack Ryder, Tamma and me. We all sat around the fire, telling road stories and having a blast. Slowly, the guys went off to bed. It got down to just me, Tamma and Bryan.

Bryan commented that Punk and I were in a cohabitational stage in our frenemies relationship. I sighed and told him how much I wished that wasn't the case.

"I'm with Adam now and I'm happy but if I'm being honest with you…." I admitted.

I told Bryan that I knew a song that had it almost verbatim how I felt. In response, Bryan handed me his guitar and asked if I would play for him.

"Okay it's going to sound a little rough and it's a little emotional. But it's a great song." I explained.

"Just play. It'll make you feel better to get it off your chest for someone to hear." Bryan encouraged.

I took a deep breath and began to strum the guitar, pouring my heart into the lyrics.

"This is the place where I sit.
This is the part where I love you too much.
This is as hard as it gets.
Because I'm getting tired of pretending I'm tough.

I'm here if you want me.
I'm yours, you can hold me.
I'm empty and taken and tumbling and breaking.

Because you don't see me.
And you don't need me.
And you don't love me.
The way I wish you could.
The way I know you could."

The guys were starting to stir and quietly joined us around the campfire that was starting to go out.

"I dream of a world where you understand.
And I dream a million sleepless nights.
And I dream of fire when you're touching my hand.
But it twists into smoke as I turn on the lights.

I'm speechless and faded.
It's too complicated.
Is this how the books ends
nothing but good friends?"

Now all the wrestlers were around the fire, except for Punk.

"This is the place in my heart.

This is the place where I'm falling apart.
Isn't this just where we met?
And is this the last chance I'll ever get?

I wish I was lonely
instead of just only

Crystal and see through and
not enough to you.

You don't see me
and you don't need me
and you don't love me
the way I wish you could
the way I know you could."

I had tears rolling down my cheeks by the end of the song. The boys clapped. I even saw Zack wipe a tear from his face. I looked up to see Punk standing beside his tent, watching me. His eyes were red as if he had just been crying too. Without saying a word, he went back into his tent.