It is almost impossible to describe how I feel right now.
It is somewhere between utter excitement and almost despair.
One week from today, I shall be sitting at Heathrow, waiting for my BF's plane to land from the US.
I want to make plans, and to make arrangements for his stay, which we plan to be 6 months. He has a ticket to return to the US in February, to finalise his ongoing divorce and apply for his fiance visa.
Yesterday, I wanted to go and buy some *special* items of underwear
, I wanted to buy him some foodstuffs which I know he likes, I wanted to do lots of things. This is the excitment part. But I did none of those things.
I was paralised by the fear that he may not make it through immigration.
I have no actual reason for feeling he will not. The only *real* snag is that he was here for 2 weeks in February, and I fear that the IO may pick on him for that and start to question his visit and ***BAM***. All gone wrong. We are not doing anything wrong or illegal, yet the whole system, and horror stories, makes me feel as if we are under suspicion from the word *go*.
I am not sure how to feel. I have told him all about this. He understands my cautious excitment and fears.
I try to tell myself that, *Ok, if he gets bounced, he will go back and apply for a fiance visa and be back here in a few months*.
But that tiny light at the end of the tunnel, makes me feel no better.
I feel very isolated in this sort of waiting room I have created in my mind. I just want to bring him home, with me.
Guess I just wanted to vent. Write it out loud, amongst people who can understand and have been where I am.
Thanks for reading.