The Reveal

I walk up behind her, stepping to her side as we both stare into the sunset.  "Okay, so what you're trying to tell me, is that I just sat here, thinking stuff up and writing it down, with almost no one listening, and somehow that changed the fabric of the world around me?"

She nods.

"Skipping over the details of how you got this to work for a moment, why me?"

She blushes.  "Like I said, you didn't need to get me that bracelet, I knew I was looking for you before I knew who you were.  I was yours before you woke up.  The moment we touched I had faith it would be enough to get us here, once we came into physical contact; I knew you'd return there anytime you began to doubt your reality.  To doubt this reality, you would need to doubt that I existed.  I was fairly certain this would be an impossibility, and I was willing to bet it all."

Completely overwhelmed now, in a way I knew only she could pull off for me ever again, I look down and kick the dirt, and just like that I was back there once more, no doubts, just an overwhelming sense of love.

I remember being unable to speak, with a dream brought to life right in front of me, moving one plane closer with each step.  I remember she shined so bright that I could hardly muster a word; I remember feeling like I might have a heart attack.  This time around though it was treacherously overwhelming, instead more like a finely crafted angle of incidence between our two worlds, realer than anything, but approaching that infinitely small angle required to access perfect communication.  Regardless though, I could remember it more sharply than anything else, the cornerstone of my reality, hidden somewhere in the middle.