There was evidence, and then there was me. The evidence pointed against, whereas I pointed towards you. Every piece of it came out from under the cover of hiding, bit by bit, to sketch my worst nightmare. But stubborn as I was, I resumed pointing towards you. Because there was something much bigger than all those proofs completing each other like missing chunks of a puzzle. There was this voice inside, not mine, but yours. I obeyed it, and I let it lead me. I was told that I was blind. I said maybe I was, but that I was also lucky, because in spite of my blindness, I had you to help me see crystal clear. There was a countless majority in support of the evidence, and then there we were, standing in the support of us. Guess who won.