I thought that I could go on. I diluted myself in thinking that I was better off now that you weren't here. I could focus on my career without having to worry if you were okay. I had a spot finally and I just knew that I could make it without you. You had your music and I had my wrestling. We were supposed to be happy. But soon I found that I was smiling during the day and crying when the world went away for the night. I know Amy knew something was wrong, I don't think she knows how deep it runs. All this time, everyone thought that you were the dependent one, but in the end, it was I who needed you. Your independence is killing me. I need you to make me whole. And now, the rumor mill grinds out some speak of you coming back…go figure. I don't even talk to you anymore to know if it's true. I hope it is. I wanna go back to how it was before. I want my best friend back. I want to worry about you, yell at you, baby you, and just have you. Right in front of my eyes. I would love that. I hope you will too. Maybe then, I can finally sleep at night. Maybe then, I can go back to being me. Matthew Moore Hardy, keeper to Jeffery Nero Hardy.