After over three years of waiting, a lot of difficult times and our dreams being constantly bombarded with criticism and objection, we finally set a date.
June 29th was going to be my wedding day to the man I never knew I would find. June 29th was going to be the day I could finally say “We did it”.
This was the day I would finally accomplish my life goal of marrying my best friend and the only person I ever want to spend my life with.
Unfortunately for me, and many others around the world, the coronavirus pandemic came around and switched up our lives.
June 29th might not happen. Even worse, our borders have been closed and my fiance who is only 2 hours away from me can’t see me for what I’m guessing is at least another few weeks if not months.
I know, my issues seem futile when we look at the problems happening around the globe, but this matters to me.
I was looking forward to the day we would finally be in the same city, but that day has been pushed back indefinitely.
As I sat in sorrow and wallowed in despair and defeat, I had a flashback of all the times I thought “We did it”!
Suddenly, I realized that married on June 29th or not, I will always have him and he will always have me.
I finally realized that there is no finish line when it comes to love. We are here for the long run.
No matter what happens in life, we will be together.
Suddenly, the world didn’t seem so small anymore and I could see that I didn’t need to wait for the light at the end of the tunnel because as long as I have him, I always have light in my life.
