Know
Dearest Dana,
You told me that when I was first abducted, you were asked how well you thought you knew me. You said that you had begun to doubt whether you knew me as well as you thought — whether you really knew me at all. I have to tell you that you do. You know me better than anyone in the entire world. Better even than I know myself.
You understand me. You never thought I was crazy for looking for answers, only for jumping to conclusions. You took me seriously when everyone else would have dismissed me out of hand. You knew why I believed the things I did, and you were always there to temper my impulsive faith with your scientific eye. Even when everything else was against me, you were at my side, and you understood me.
I miss that.
I miss you.
