Monday, March 28, 2016

You can't hurry love -INS

You guys, I am in love. And I am blessed to be in love with a wonderful man, my best friend, my fiance.

These are suppose to be the best days, ya know? Going to drink coffee at a cafe in the City after work, folding our linens on laundry day, as I introduce him to Marc Anthony, blasting on the speakers. Watching pre-season baseball at the Courtyard Ale house while eating sandwiches and drinking Magners. Sleeping in on a Saturday, ordering Indian food for lunch, and going to the gym to burn it off (the gym is his idea. DEFINITELY not mine lol). Sitting with him on Mondays, watching WWE raw, enamored with how his dimples form and his smile beams when Roman Reigns kicks the bad guy's butt.

We should be planning the wedding: a Sunday in June, as his family is off on Sundays. We should be visiting venues, tasting menu suggestions, and thinking about who we will offend for not inviting them. I should be freaking out at the dining table over how much detail is involved, while he walks over to me from the kitchen, bringing tea, and a gentle kiss for my forehead. A kiss that instantly puts out the fire that feeds my anxiety.

We should also be acclimating to each other's ways: I don't eat meat and he doesn't eat pork. I pray before my meals and he prays 5 times a day. I go to church on Sunday and he fasts for a month out of the year. We put up the tree in December for Christmas, and we visit his cousins for Eid.

Unfortunately, we haven't been able to do any of the above, even though we have been together for some time. Because, he is a man who lives in Dubai, and is Muslim. And it is quite hard for "his kind" to be allowed here, in the U.S. He was granted a visa to come visit, and then, a few days later, it was put on "hold". That was almost 2 months ago. My theory is someone who works at INS, perhaps a supporter of one of the current presidential candidates, realized that "that" box was checked on the application, and decided that my fiance was a "bad guy".

And that was it. Some guy at INS decided that we can't hurry our love. That this weekend, Chase, my fiance, will not be with me when I go grocery shopping. Or that tomorrow morning, when I wake up for work, undoubtedly late, Chase won't be there to have coffee with me, and we won't talk about the co-worker at work who I perpetually wish diarhea on. Or that on Sunday, while I am home reading the paper, we won't be planning to have lunch with my mom, and then dinner with his cousins and their kids.

I can't even plan our birthdays, which are ten days apart, and fastly approaching. It breaks my heart to wake up in the morning, and not see him next to me. I mean, my three furballs are with me, and I adore my kitties. So that definitely helps. But there is this life that is meant to be lived, with someone who makes me better, makes me want to be better, accepts me for me: my awesomeness, my humor, my illness, my past, my sensitivety, my cankles that appear for 5 days out of the month, my culture, my faith, my independence, etc. As I equally accept him for him: his positivety, his strength, his love of corny jokes, his dorky humor, his bravery, his "I don't give a shit what anybody thinks, but I will respect you" smile, his faith, his culture, his values, etc.

And all we can do is wait. Wait for the day when I will come home after a long Monday at the office, trying to deal with multiple projects, and general manic Monday mehs! And I will unlock the apartment door, and see my 3 fur babies napping on the couch, having already been fed.  And my eyes will land on those dimples, greeting me with delight, and glee, not only because Roman Reigns served the ultimate ass-kicking to Triple H, but because I am home, and our little family is together. As he would put his arms around me, and kiss my cheek, as if it were a delicate lilac, he would whisper "hows my jaani" into my ear, and the outside world would melt away.

I patiently await for that day to come.

I love you, Chase.

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