Love You A Little Too Much

Chapter 6: It

He opened the journal to see a locker he had gave to her on their first date and a letter. What was so surprising was that he had never seen her go a day without that locket and now he was holding it in his hand.

He grabbed the letter and opened it.

Punk I love you. I love you very much and maybe that's why it's so hard to write this. Maybe I shouldn't have slapped you and maybe I should have gave you a goodbye. Maybe. I left without a kiss or anything like that and I know you probably hate me for it but I did it for a reason... I did it because I didn't want to have a last kiss. I didn't want to remind myself that I was leaving you. It was for the best Punk. It really was. I just want you to know that I love you with all of my heart and I think you should move on. I'm going to and I want you to too. I hope you understand. I love you C M Punk. I'll see you someday again champ. Just remember in another life I would of said yes.

He shut his eyes so the tear that was about to fall wouldn't. He didn't want to open his eyes because he knew if he did it would fall and reality would all come crashing down on him. He didn't want that. He knew it had to happen though so he let it.

He opened his eyes and the tear fell on the piece of paper that held Charlotte's beautiful hand writing. He flipped the page to find happy things she had wrote about him over the time period of their relationship. He tried to smile at them but he couldn't. He only cried harder...

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I closed my eyes as Cody did things he shouldn't be doing to me.

"I'm almost there," he panted. "Just hold on..."

Minutes later he fell beside me on the bed. His breathing was heavy and he was sweaty, like me.

"Cody," I said out of breath. "Love sucks."

"I'm with you on that one."

I grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. He was no CM Punk but he was a boy who was just as broken as I was. He understood that love sucked too.

The date went well, a little too well. I learned a lot about Cody and he learned a lot about me. The next thing I knew our lips locked and now we were here. This was more like a get away than love making. It probably didn't mean crap to him. I mean it meant a little to me but not much. Nothing like this would probably mean a whole lot to me unless it was with Punk again.

"Love really hurts Cody," I said.

"Yeah it does," he sighed. "You think everything is perfect then everything goes black. They leave. Or you leave. You go to chase a dream and you try really hard to hold their hand tight through it all, but they just let go and leave you alone. Leave you to wonder if this was the dream you really wanted or if they were the dream you really really wanted. Then when you realize they were the dream you really wanted it's too late. They already moved on."

Even though it was dark I could still see Cody's eyes stare into mine.

"Would it be wrong to tell you I love you?" he asked. "Can I for one moment tell you I love you?"

"Go ahead there is nothing stopping you. Maybe regret but hey whatever," I shrugged and he laughed.

"Love is such a sick bastard. It's so damn mean," he laughed. "I grew up in a household that it were it was cherished too. Loving her was white and leaving her was black."

"I understand," I said simply before silence fell over us.

I laid my head on his chest and heard his heart beat. It beat to a different beat than Punk's did. It didn't make me feel like it was pounding along with mine.

"I love you," said Cody. "I'm not sure I mean it but I'll try too."

"Thanks," I said. "Sorry I can't say it back."

"I didn't except you too, love," he said, the lisp that ran in the family was

apparent. "I just wanted to say it."

"How does it feel to be a Runnels," I said before the phone rang.

Cody picked it up and answered it.

"Char it's for you." He handed me the phone.

"Hello?" I asked. "Who is this?"

"Char it's Paul. I wanted to inform you that Mr. Punk has left and I don't know where to find him. Do you know where he is?"

"No sir."

I felt my heart drop. Punk never would just get up and leave wrestling unless it was with me. He wasn't much for running away from things. I didn't know what to do.

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