"And see, no longer blinded by our eyes." -Rupert Brooke

Being in a relationship with Barry was like getting this great big gift on Christmas morning, the excitement at times was overwhelming. The packaging was so beautiful it had bows and ribbons with a "to" tag scripted in that slanted penmanship with my name on it. It was mystical, it was mysterious and enchanting.

And that was grand, it was great.

And then when I was certain that gift was for me, I wanted to tear open the box with all it's packaging and reach in for the concealed gift hidden within the confinds of the box.

The real surprise, the truth behind all the neatly adorned ribbons and bows and perfectly chosen gift wrap, was that the box was empty.
There was nothing there, no pieces to put together, no music boxes to wind, just an empty box. It just sat there, it couldn't reach out to anyone as others had toward it. Emotionally it was empty, and I, exhasted and disappointed grew empty as a result.