Barry has stayed with me. I've never really forgotten him. Dare I say I still miss him? I do. I still miss him. I see him in my dreams. Dreams that I'd rather call nightmares, but nightmares tinged with love. This I think is the strangeness of the human heart, my heart at least. I still cannot fathom how he could abandon me so quickly, without any sort of grief that would make him look back and see how we were and how he failed to see how we could still be. The pain is like a typhoon that ocassionaly wreaks havoc in my life...