I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.
Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?
A story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader's. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it.