Belief
Dearest Dana,
I've always believed in impossible things. I've never needed proof. I search for it — I've spent my life searching for it — to validate the things I've seen, and to convince the rest of the world. To convince you. You've never believed in anything without proof, and your scientific mind has a rationalization for every bizarre event that has ever crossed our path.
And so, I think, you must have a reason for your belief in me, though I have no idea what it could be. You wouldn't have followed me all these years without it. You'd have turned tail and run, or worse, shut me down completely, long ago.
But you didn't. You believed in me, and stayed with me, and your belief is what allowed me to keep searching, even in the face of everything that stood in our way.
Now, separated from you, I can only hope that your belief in me is as justified as I know my belief in you to be.
I miss you.
