The park is wonderful. Well, I hung out with Mique (pronounced Mike) this morning. In a way I'm totally glad I did that, and took the chance, but then now I'm left wanting to be held again. I just want to be comforted my a companion, you know? I want to be held. I want to sleep in another's arms. I don't want to be alone. It's almost like a drug: the ability to have someone always be there for you, with you. Please, never say "Good-Bye." Cadence