Del-Uche-nal

Dear Uche,

I literally lost my breath when my stepmom said, "Consider the possibility that he might not get the visa, and you would have invested all those feelings in this for nothing." It was like she had cracked open a door I didn’t even realize was locked. Until that moment, it had never occurred to me that we wouldn’t be together forever after two years of navigating the visa process. We've both been so sure—so certain—but for some reason, I let her words plant a seed of doubt.

You were right about the visa. It was supposed to arrive in March, and yet, it came the first week of February. Who’s to say your visa process won’t follow the same path? Why should I expect the worst when, time and time again, life proves that good things come—even ahead of schedule?

I used to think being delusional was a flaw. That it meant ignoring reality, setting yourself up for disappointment. But I’m learning that in the waiting, in the unknown, choosing hope is its own kind of wisdom. Like you always ask me, what if it works out?

I can’t wait to be your wife one day, to have 24/7 access to your optimism, your enthusiasm, your unwavering belief that things will unfold in our favor. It’s already doing wonders for my mental health, for my heart. And I love you for that.

Love always,
Vic