It's happened. It has finally happened.

Suddenly our wishes are all coming to fruition. "In Treatment" has not only begun filming, but HBO has announced that Season 2 will begin airing this coming April. We have a date, we have promos showing up on television, we have photographs of the one-year-older and several-pounds-slimmer MadHandsomeOne looking deep and reflective and beautiful, always looking beautiful. And fresh on the heels of that news, our boy is nominated, once again, for best actor in a drama series, this time, it's the Golden Globes.

So, once again, on the night of the awards, we who worship him, gather together on the phones, we "instant message", we post rapid-fire, we type out asynchronous play-by-play commentary while we search frantically for a glimpse of our hero. Each of us are hoping to spot his ghostly-pale, half-shaved, gloriously creased face, his notoriously rumpled silhouette, striding ever-reluctantly past the throngs of screaming fans.

As the evening progresses, our vigil begins to grow more desperate. We search the crowd frantically, ticking off the names of co-stars as the camera pans past their faces, our alarm growing stronger as we find everyone but him. Eventually, his category is presented, the nominees are singled out, their images are beamed across 5 continents and our fears are confirmed; no sad-yet-haunting blue eyes, no tapered fingers stroking plump and pursed lips, no bent and beautiful nose, no nothing. But as the envelope is opened, and the presenter?s words hang in the air, you could still hear our hopeful, collective intake of breath, let it be this time...let it be this time... let him win, let him win, let him win!

And he does! And he does! And he does!

And he's..not..there. We are left with the dueling emotions of soaring elation and bitter disappointment. Finally, the world sees him like we see him, and now, we can't even see him. Damn.

But we move onward and upward, we look forward to the accolades that will surely come with this award. We hope it brings him all the recognition he so richly deserves, better roles, more money, more riches, more fame. We hope Season 2 of "In Treatment" is ushered in with more promotion and more fanfare, we hope he garners a larger fan base and becomes the superstar that we all know he can be.

Or do we? Even as I wish all the best for him, I wonder if he can maintain his relative anonymity if he gets too famous. I know he nibbled at the edges of the "A" List a decade ago when he starred in several blockbuster movies. But he has spent the last few years appearing in independent films and starring on Broadway, two activities that leave him fairly accessible to his fans. I for one, will be greatly disappointed if he becomes too recognizable to participate in his charitable events, star in an Off-Broadway play or have a short conversation with a girl who's flown halfway across the country just to hear him sing, off-key.

There is no denying this wonderful man's talent, or his achievements, but I have to say that I think we have helped to raise his profile just a tiny bit with our adoration and our viral marketing, our slightly crazed, internet sphere of forums and blogs and Byrne-based websites . We have praised his show, his beauty, his deeds and his abilities and finally, finally, finally, the world is praising him too. I hope we arent left wishing for the good old days. I dont want him chased by a thousand screaming women down the streets of Brooklyn. I guess we must always be careful what we wish for.

Nevertheless, it is with most heartfelt sincerity that I say, congratulations Gabriel, on your Golden Globe award. I hope there are many more awards in store for you and I also hope, selfishly, that you will remain the down-to-earth, shy, unassuming, kind, accessible man that we have come to know and love.