“It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming committed. But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because, when you know that language, it’s easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it’s in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one’s dreams would have no meaning.”

 – Paulo Coelho The Alchemist

 

I’ve been all into wedding planning lately. Well, I think it would be more appropriate to say I’ve been forced into wedding planning lately in a ploy to retain my last shred of sanity. And the above is one of our Ceremony Readings. The first time I read this, I cried. And I sent the original Spanish version to Eduardo and he told me that he thought when Coelho wrote this, he must have been thinking about his, Eduardo’s, life. This little paragraph sums up mine and Eduardo’s love perfectly. I love it.

It is terribly hard being away from the person you Love. With Someone you share this kind of Love. The person you have committed to Marry. I think only now, after not having seen Eduardo for almost 5 months (since May 2nd), I am starting to realize how hard it is. And it could easily be another 3-4 months before I see him again (and that’s if there are no hiccups in the rest of the process). Hence, the reason my last bit of sanity is about to jump ship.

Eduardo and I still talk. Everyday. He is still working too hard, which is something I secretly respect about him. He finally got his car up and running so he’s back to taxiing after his day job. Yesterday, he took some baby chickens to a women’s group in one of his communities so they can raise them and sell them. His family is doing well. And He is doing well.

But I want him here. Maybe I’m being too selfish. But he is everything I ever wanted in a man. He is my Knight in Shining Armor, mi principe azul. He is my perfect match. The person who compliments my Soul. And I want to be with him. I know he’s trying to enjoy these last few months with his family and friends, but I’m tired of waiting. They’ve had him for 23 years. Now, it’s my turn. If only Immigration wasn’t just another ridiculous, bureaucratic  governmental institution, he may already be here. My impatience is getting the best of me. I want to just see him. Watch TV with him. Go to the lake and talk with him. I just want all the simple things we used to do together.

I miss him so much. Just in case there was any doubt in your mind, I am still here. Still waiting. And still missing Him. Terribly.

 

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