Do you know how many forms there are that you have to fill out when you're engaged to be married to someone who is not a citizen of the United States of America and you're an American citizen?
Do you know how much money it costs to get forms processed and approved?
Do you know how long it takes to get everything processed and approved?
A long, fucking time.
It almost makes you question if it's really worth it.
Then, if you're anything like me, you think about the sound of the other person's voice and the way it makes you feel, how just a word from them fills your entire body with joy and happiness. You think about how devastated you'd feel if that person wasn't in your life any longer and you see a blog post like this:
And you remember how completely, over the moon, in love with this person you are and you realize that you'd fill out forms the size of fucking "War and Peace" as long as you knew that in a few months you'd be holding that person in your arms when you woke up in the morning, as long as you knew that one day you'd be putting your ring on that person's finger, as long as you knew that one day, and one day soon, the whole world would know who that person was to you, that they were yours and that you belonged to them.
And if you're like me you'd know that even with all the forms, fees, interviews, waiting, temporary citizenships, visas, waivers, traveling, airports, airplane, tickets, flights, hotel rooms, rental cars, marrying an alien, for me, marrying my beautiful British alien (who insists on calling Americans silly for our phrases and terms) is 100% totally and completely worth it.