Monday night I feel so low, count the hours they go so slow
I know the sound of your voice can save my soul
City lights, streets of gold, look out my window to the world below
Moves so fast and it feels so cold and I'm all alone
Don't let me die - I'm losing my mind
Baby just give me a sign
And now that you're gone, I just wanna be with you
And I can't go on, I wanna be with you
Wanna be with you
I can't sleep and I'm up all night, through these tears I try to smile
I know the touch of your hand can save my life
Don't let me down - come to me now
I got to be with you somehow
And now that you're gone, Who am I without you now
I can't go on, I just wanna be with you

Have you ever been so in love with someone that you're in pain? I mean, real honest to God physical aches that grab your gut and twist it into so many knots that you think you're gonna die? It's been less than 4 hours since she left and I can't stand it any more. Jeff keeps lookin' at me, like he knows what‚s going on in my head. I think it's the way he smiles at me that makes me think he knows. Hell, I know he knows. He said somethin' about it when we dropped her off at the airport, on her way home after coming to rescue my baby brother from some demon or another.

That's the way it is, the way it‚s always been, ever since she came into our lives. Jeff gets scared, or in trouble, or mad at me, then he calls her and she drops everything to come runnin' and save her baby boy. That's what she calls him - her baby boy. I couldn't tell ya now how long it's been that we've been friends. Hell, I can't even tell ya how or where or when we met. And I can't tell ya how long I've been in love with her, either. I just know that when I wake up in the morning, the first thing I think about is her. And when I fall asleep at night, it's her soft voice that lull me into a deep slumber.

On the plane, they were showing a Nicolas Cage movie. Ya know the one, where he's an angel and he goes to earth and falls in love with Meg Ryan. I had my headphones on, not really watching the movie, just trying to ignore Jeff, when a line from the movie caught my attention. Nicolas said, "I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than an eternity without it."

Damn, that was it. That was exactly how I felt. And now it's killin' me. I'm sittin' here, listenin' to Jeff babble on about something - they ain't makin' his favorite hair dye color any more, or some other stupid cosmetic bullshit. Like I give a rat's ass about it! All I can think about is her. I tried to call, but she ain't answering the phone. Maybe she's sleeping. Does she dream about me the way I dream about her?

I wish I wasn't such a wimp. I wish I could tell her how I feel. Fear is only a four-letter word, right? Yeah, well so is love, and right now they're one in the same for me. Okay, I gotta stop this or I'm gonna make myself sick. I have to be on camera in 15 minutes and I don‚t even remember what the hell I'm supposed to do. We went over the spot earlier, but I've forgotten all my moves, my lines, everything. Maybe if I ask Jeff, he can tell me what I'm supposed to do.

There‚s our cue. Time to face the monsters. We hit the ring and do our job. Jeff was right-on with his moves. Can‚t tell you how I was, cuz frankly I wasn't paying much attention. How do you stand there and listen to 15,000 people scream your name, when the only thing you crave is to have one person whisper it softly in your ear while you make love? God, get a grip, Hardy! The match is over, we're standing on the ramp, and I let my hair down. She likes it that way. She told me that once. I don't even remember what I said or did after that. My mind was elsewhere. Far away, in a land called Heaven, where the angel of my dreams lives. Where I wanna be right now. With her.

Maybe someday I can tell her how I feel. Or maybe someday, she'll look at me with that look in her eye, and she‚'l just know without me sayin' a word. Until then, I'll just sit here and wait and hope and dream. But, most importantly, I'll love.