I believe in you. Not in the projections, the glories, the wins. The you underneath them. The vulnerable, real person, struggling to be heard and seen and known in a world so full of representations that reality has been largely pre-empted. You. I believe. In. The deep you that no one sees. And maybe in that belief, I see. At least, I see some reflection or portion of the you in whom I believe. But I do. Believe. In you.