There are a lot of times I wish I could reach out to you and tell you that I just believe. I just believe. I don't know why, and I can't explain how, but I believe in you. You've been through so much, and there is so far still to go, and yet here you are. You persevere. You show me that you're so much stronger than I worry you are, all in the space of a second, in a flicker, in a moment.

I've never been a leap of faith kind of girl. Gods waved goodbye to me as we went our seperate ways. I can't believe in something I've never seen, I can't accept a concept as my mantra. Things have to be seen to be believed. This is the way of the world, of my world, of the way things have to be.

And now I need to just believe.

And I will do this, this just believing, because the alternative to not believing is unpalatable. Because you are so important to me that you nearly own me. Because if you think I just not believe, then maybe you will go, and in going you will destroy me.

I remember a Winne-the-Pooh still from a long time ago. It had the pudding shaped Pooh walking hand-in-hand with the little Piglet. Their backs were to me, and their profiles were speaking.

"I'll believe in you if you'll believe in me," Pooh is saying to Piglet.

That sounds like a fair trade to me.

I believe. You believed in me. I won't let you down.

Don't let me down, either.

I love you with everything I know how to love.

You can go anywhere you'd like, you can be anything you want...as long as you'll be mine.

-H.

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