A Lady's Reflection:

Cecilia's mind was bombarded with a thousand different thoughts; the night had felt to long--been too full--to have merely been one.
      She was beginning to understand, now, what Thomas had meant when he said that he was more afraid of the rest of the world being against the two of them rather than the other way around. She knew that she was not alone;  that Thomas believed in something; in love; in her,  and knowing that was more powerful than all of the world's disbelief.
       As she laid down to sleep, what should have been the silence of the night brimmed with liveliness, and her thoughts refused to be quieted. In attempt to quiet her mind--indeed, her wondering soul--she sat up, lit a candle and retrieved her journal. The moment her quill touched the page her words came as unleashed beasts, growing to animation--flickering to life--pulsing with the force of her own heart.

My dear diary, 
      I hardly know what to write; only that if I do not these words will consume me from the inside out, and I shall be left destitute. However much I tried, I could not hold back their truths; and my only consolation shall be that mine are the only eyes to read them--the only heart vulnerable to their revelations. 
      It has been years now--or perhaps it has lasted my whole life--that I have searched for a reason to life. A reason to wake in the morning; a purpose for living through the day. I have been told by every other person of my acquaintance that what I search for doesn't exist. That it can't exist. I have, so often, felt a fool for trying to believe in the one thing I had no way of seeing but somehow knew existed. I have felt that all the world was against me--is against me--pushing in, endeavoring to crush what little faith in it I had, and that I have done as well standing firm through it as a paper boat in a tsunami. 
      But today I have learned a new truth. Nestled between the fingers of all the doubt and cynicism, it has gradually come unraveled until I could no longer deny its existence. All this time I thought I was fighting against a mighty power--the governing principle which controls the entirety of our world. Yet suddenly all that came crashing down as I realized it was all just a facade. Their disbelief had instantly become nothing but a barrier to hide behind as I realized how truly weak they were. 
      Their doubt had never been a strength; it had always been a restriction. Never has their skepticism enabled them; it has only limited them. And with just a touch of the hand--another perspective added in support to mine--I have overcome them. Just as their refusal to believe binds them, my adamancy to believe sets me free. It is now a certainty in my mind that the power of individuals united in their beliefs can be more powerful than every other being in the universe opposing them. 
      I suppose this revelation has come to me through simple means; yet these simple means have never before felt more powerful. And though a friend is known to be a most commonplace occurrence, I now am inclined to conclude that a friend can be a most marvelous miracle. And yet, it seems as though Thomas and I are now something more; for he has set my soul soaring from the cage that had captivated it, and he has joined his strength to mine that together we might overcome the falsity of the world. 
      Perhaps we are not merely friends but harmonized souls.