Dear Chris,
I know you don't want to talk to me, and I understand that, but I hope that you'll at least take a moment to read this letter. If you don't read it, I guess it would be pointless even to be writing this part, but I have to at least try.
Don't hate me. I know that's a pretty big favor to ask you, and a favor that I don't even deserve right now, but I'm going to ask you anyways. Please, just don't hate me. I never wanted things to turn out this way. I knew at first that I was going to hurt you, but I honestly never thought it would get this deep. I wasn't going to get attached to you at first. I just wanted things to be an illusion. The picture of us together was what I wanted to use in hopes of getting Dave to notice me.
I guess I should start at the beginning because you deserve an explanation. I fear that this is going to be inadequate and will not help your feelings any, but in order to understand, I need to start from the beginning.
I was with Hunter when I started to fall for Dave. Hunter was never a good boyfriend, and when you don't have a good boyfriend, your eye tends to wander to others. Dave was there, and Dave was always so nice and kind to me. He was a true friend when I needed one. Maybe that's all he's ever seen me as, I don't know. But I started to fall in love with him. This is probably when you were thinking that you could never get me, and maybe…maybe if I had seen you first, this letter would not be necessary. But the past is that…the past, and we can't change the events in the past, no matter how much you want to, and I really wish I could change the other night, despite what you may think of me.
I didn't think I could get Dave after Hunter and I broke up. He seemed to forget about me, focusing more on his career and the push that he was going to receive. I had nothing to do with you feuding initially as my dad thought it would be a good idea. Believe me, I had no hand in that. You asked me out, and I turned you down. I thought it was the right decision at the time, and I probably should've stuck with it. I didn't want to hurt your feelings then, when my feelings were so strong for Dave.
But then I saw Dave with Stacy and my jealousy meter went off the charts, and I came up with a stupid plan. I thought I could use you to make Dave notice me, to see if he'd get jealous. In hindsight, was this plan stupid? More than you'll ever know. But I'm stupid I guess, because I thought this was the best course of action that I could take. And so I took it. I decided to play with an innocent man's feelings. I'm just sorry that the innocent man was you.
I went to your hotel room that night, with the intentions of getting you to notice me, to want me. You did. Was that my fault? Yes, it was, because I hardly gave you any other choice. I practically forced myself on you, and while you may be thinking that you won't be sorry for the sex (or maybe you will), I'm sorry for it. I shouldn't have taken advantage of your feelings for me. If it's any consolation, and I don't see how it can be, after what I've done, but you were great in bed. I'm talking the best I've ever had…and please don't think I'm a slut, it's not true, we both know it.
But the next morning, you were so happy, and I guess that was the beginning of my demise. I didn't expect you to be so happy. I didn't expect myself to be so happy with you, but in truth, I was. I was happy with you, during the time that we were together. I'm just sorry that I couldn't appreciate you more. As time progressed, I began to realize that I liked you a lot. What I liked most was the spark in your eyes. I loved looking at that spark, and thinking it was just for me. I'm selfish like that, thinking that it was all for me.
I didn't truly appreciate you, or feel that I was going to break you until I sprained my ankle. Dave came to see me, and Chris, that's why I sent you away, not because you were mad, but because I wanted to be alone with Dave. I'm sorry that it had to come to that, I really am, but I told you I was going to tell you the truth, and here I am, telling you the truth. I thought that I could make Dave notice me, and like me, and I can almost say that I sprained my ankle on purpose…or at least used it to get Dave to talk to me.
It was a comment I said off-handedly that got to me. I still remember it, though I cannot remember what I had for breakfast two weeks ago. It's weird the things that stick in your mind. I said that you just didn't like to see me hurt. It hit me then, how much you cared about me. And how much I didn't want to hurt you. I struggled with that for two more months, until the other night. Every time you would say something, I would hope that it wasn't something positive about me, because it only made me feel worse.
You did though, and I never deserved anything. I did appreciate you Chris, I still do, and I hope that helps, even if it doesn't, it's true. I didn't want to see that light go out in your eyes. I didn't want to cause you any pain. And that's why I didn't break it off sooner. Now that I think about it…I never had any intention of breaking it off with you the other night, or tonight, or any day coming soon. I don't know when my plan would've worked itself out, but I couldn't see myself actually doing the breaking. That's how much I wanted to see that light in your eyes stay there.
You must think me silly for wanting to keep a light in your eyes, but I saw it there Chris, and it…I didn't want you to lose it, not over me. Would I eventually have broken your heart? Yes, partially because of Dave, and partially because Chris, you can do better than me. I'm manipulative, and I'm scheming, and conniving, and while you said those were all things that you liked about me, please don't like them about me anymore.
I'm sorry for what happened. I'm so sorry that you fell in love with me, and I didn't return those feelings at all. But know that I cared Chris. I cared enough to want that light to stay in your eyes. I cared enough to stay with you, no matter how you want to take that, I stayed because I wanted to protect you, and I don't regret anything we DID, I just regret every thought I did them with. I had so much fun with you, and you are such a great guy. I'm sorry that I couldn't feel more for you.
Please don't hate me Chris, I couldn't bear it if you did. I'm going to have my father approve writing us apart. I'm not going to immediately go after Dave, or do something rash, I've learned my lesson, and I need to think before I do anything stupid. But after my father approves the change in storyline, we'll probably have to do one more scene and then we're over, both on-screen and off.
I don't let myself believe that we'll ever be friends again. I may be stupid, but I'm not so stupid I think that things can get back on track with us. You don't need my permission, but you have my permission to never speak to me again. I deserve it, I really do, forever and ever, with no remorse. Just don't hate me. I can stand the never talking, but I just couldn't stand it if every time I saw you, I could say there was someone who hates me. So please Chris, if you have it in your heart not to hate me, I'd really appreciate it. But if you find it too hard, please don't. Don't do anything you don't want to do.
And please be happy. Please don't dwell on anything I've done to you. I should be the one retracing every step of our relationship, wondering why I did this, or that. You shouldn't. Because Chris, you were perfect, and any girl would be lucky to have you. I was lucky for a while, but I blew it, and you deserve so much better. The other night, you said that you couldn't believe that someone like you could get someone like me. That's not true, because you are far better than I've ever been, so please, just…I'm sorry.
Sincerely,
Stephanie
Stephanie,
I won't lie to you because I never lied to you before, and starting now would be pointless. Your letter was read, because I needed hear the truth. It hurts, yes, but at least you told it to me.
You're right, I don't ever want to talk to you again, and our last scene together will probably be the last time we speak, unless business matters make our paths cross again. I hope it doesn't, but we work together, and I don't feel like quitting, and you're not going anywhere, so we're stuck for now.
I appreciate your candor, and while I don't appreciate the words that accompanied that, and I'm trying to be as professional as possible here, I do not hate you, nor will I ever hate you. You hurt me yes, but I don't hate you, don't live life thinking that I do.
I'm trying to be very formal with this because if I don't, I think I might break. But I'm not broken yet, and I don't intend to be. I hope that whatever you do in life brings you happiness, whether it be Dave, or someone else.
Chris Jericho
Chris,
Attached is the script for tonight's show. I figured that it should be scripted because if we let our real voices be heard, it might not end up the way either of us wants it to end up.
I think you'll find it satisfactory, short and simple. If you find anything wrong, feel free to write me a note and leave it in my office. Or if you want to give it to someone else, that's fine too. As long as it reaches me, the way that it gets there isn't a problem.
I just decided to end it without fanfare, or anything, but enough to create a safe barrier between the two of us. I don't plan to put myself on television for a while, and you need not worry that I show up somewhere down the line where I might have to come in contact with you. It's probably best for the both of us.
Thank you for not hating me. I know that it was probably not an easy decision to make, but I thank you from the bottom of my heart for making it. I don't blame you for never wanting to speak with me again, I wouldn't want to speak with me either. I guess this way, all the past hurts won't be at the forefront. I knew you wouldn't want to speak again, though I hoped that one day you might. Maybe someday you will, but I won't hold my breath for it, I would lose air pretty quickly if I did.
But it's your decision, and I can do nothing but respect that. I'm still sorry Chris, and I hope that you will know that I mean this. If I could say it to you without feeling foolish, I would. I still know you better than I've know anyone Chris, and that's a comfort to me, though you may hate it. You know me better than anyone, and I'm still scratching my head as to how I let that happen. I got sloppy, and I let myself at least immerse myself into this relationship, however phony I intended it to be at the start.
Good luck, and I guess that I'll see you later when we have our final scene together.
Stephanie,
Not to bring this up any more than it has to be…but don't you think that the scene is a little too personal? We were business partners, not dating…
I guess that you're right, I'm sorry, I'll have it changed.
This is the new script, I hope you're ok with this one.
"Where the hell were you?"
"What was that?"
"You didn't interfere for me."
"I didn't know I was supposed to. I thought you were the King of the World or something, you'd expect the King of the World to be able to handle himself out there."
"I CAN handle myself down there, but when you have a business partner and they tell you that they've got your back, and someone has just laid you out with a chair, you expect them there!"
"Well, I'm so sorry for you Chris Jericho! But I'm not your slave, you can't order me around!"
"I'm not ordering you around Stephanie! I just expect you out there!"
"Well don't expect me anymore, we're through!"
"I knew you'd turn your back on me, selfish to the end Stephanie McMahon!"
"You're damn right I am, I'm the best thing around, and I don't need you!"
"I don't need you either, we're over!"
"FINE!"
"FINE TOO!"
And that's how it officially ended.