Me and Barnaby in front of Shakespeare's house in Stratford.
August 2002

This is Barnaby James Orë, my best and closest friend and I've managed to fall in love with him despite 4725 miles. He used to live in England, crazy eh? He's just about the sweetest thing in the entire world. He's got poetry in his soul though he won't admit it; he thinks his writing is horrid. I don't think it is, I've never thought that, I suppose because everything he writes for me is just so sweet and touches me so deeply.
He's into film, in a major way, and music of course...the first song I ever sent him was David Usher's St Lawrence River, and he loves it, I love it, it started the wheels to a complex friendship turned into love spinning.
I used to have this habit of always writing him, I kept a journal so that he could know what I'd been thinking or doing during the days when we were apart. We talked on the phone at least once a week when possible and thank god for ICQ, or it would've been a lot harder, but it's all good, just had to wait to be together.
He is my love, my rapture, the sunshine in my life, my whole world. I'm so in love. We've only spent a little more than a half of the time we started being "a couple" actually together (long distance relationships are tough). But we are together now and have only spent 2 nights apart so far since were were married on June 22nd, 2003. I can't imagine anything feeling better than what him and I share and feel for each other. That's my baby.

I love you Barnaby, always and always.