How could I be an atheist?

For, I believe too much.
I believe that you will believe what I  tell you.
And what if I tell you that he uses an endless scroll of paper to write our stories.
What if I tell you that he has written all of our stories. Your story and mine. That he has replaced the characters with a reason to introduce new ones. That he is currently watching all 7.4 billion of his characters unfold in the glory of his work. That he has lived our stories in his imagination before he wrote and brought our stories to life. That our existence is proof of being the very best of what he has created.
For you know he doesn't just want 50 shades of grey as his billion characters show him trillion shades of VIBGYOR.

What if I tell you he writes them with a magical feather quill.
That he is always in search of characters that outperform.
That he has a sharp eye for those who help other characters to perform their part well. That he can erase and rewrite the most beautiful characters with a wave of his magical quill.

What if I tell you that this master craftsman has not just written all our stories. He has been a part of them. He has smiled at being able to produce them. That he has read them again and again until his heart was full of joy. That he knows your entry and your exit with everything that will happen in between but still he wants to see if you turn that ink a shade darker. That he still wants to erase and rewrite it with whatever you want but he still wants to see you accept what he gave. He wants you to rise above the struggles and help others who are struggling so that he can lift that quill one more time and with a swift wave change it to the better story you want.

For when I write I see him as a writer.
But as a theist, I believe that he is whatever you want him to be and he can help you become whatever you want to be.

What if I ask you, Do you believe?