Truth
Dearest Dana,
I've spent my whole life searching for the truth. About my sister, my father, and about what happened to you.
And you've been with me all along, and together we've gotten closer to the truth than I could have ever gotten on my own. But still we only get pieces. Enough information to keep us guessing, to keep us searching, but not enough to really know anything for sure. And I've begun to wonder if we'll ever find the truths we've been seeking.
But along the way, I've learned what I think is a far more important truth. The truth of how much you mean to me.
The truth is that you are the only thing that gives me the strength to keep searching. You fill all of the broken, aching places in my soul, and I will not be complete until I can hold you in my arms once more.
You are my truth, Dana Scully.
I love you.
I miss you.
