We went to the fashion show and several dates after that. Shortly we found ourselves in love. Which was a bit confusing being that she was there temporarily. But love doesn’t care about those things so, off we went. I ended up having some issues with my roommates and decided they should move out. This was about the same time she was having trouble with her father. So of course, she moved in with me. We had a wonderful time just being in love over the next few months. But ultimately the time came when the visa would expire. We decided she should extend it so we could figure things out.
Well, the extension of course went much quicker than expected. We tried to extend it once more but were denied. She had to go back.
We agreed to keep in touch and see how it goes. Over the next 6 months we communicated through email and I collected a wealth of used phone cards. This being before Skype and FaceTime. She tried several times to get another visa. Each time she filed it took a month for an answer. After being rejected three times it was obvious she would not get one. We finally decided that we wanted to see this out and the only way to do so was… to get married.
I spent the next year filling papers so I could legally go to Colombia to marry her. Once I had all my papers in order, I exited college for a quarter, and planned my trip. Crazy, I know. Here I was, just turned twenty four, working part time, not even out of college, and am about to fly to a country I have never been, where I don’t speak the language, to marry a girl I hardly know.
But again, love doesn’t care about those things. So I went. I met her family. We got married. We had a honeymoon. It was lovely. Being in those new places, seeing this beautiful girl again, getting to touch her, smell her, hold her.