Feels like I have waited for ages to tell our story. Like every couple who fell in love with each other despite religion, culture, and Nationality, we spend hours and hours on the phone texting and talking before we decided the big step of our life as we know it then. Since I just realized I skip the best part of this story, HOW DID WE MEET! let me go right back to the start.
It was beautiful summer weather in Nürnberg, Germany, 2018. and I was utterly unaware of how that holiday will change my life. I met him at a Latin party he was hosting. About a week down the line, he asked me out at another party. The number of times I tried to talk myself out of it is unbelievable. And I agreed to go on breakfast with him one morning. At that moment, I thought I am probably the smartest person on earth. I assumed there is no way this guy will be DJing till late and then make it for breakfast.
Lesson number one: never doubt a Germans commitment or their super ability of punctuality.
I had forgotten entirely about the breakfast when I got the text that he is there waiting for me. Now I rush, making it look like I missed the bus. Almost right away, we got aware of our feeling towards each other. But I was too terrified to give in for it. I remember telling him toward the end of our breakfast, “I am not normal, and I am a lot of work.” hoping to scare him away. but all he got to say was “normal is boring.” Often time when he gets annoyed with me today, I remind him of what he said that day, hahaha…
It escalated quickly. I knew we had much to strive to be able to be together. People say age, religion, culture, and race is nothing when it comes to love. When it came to us, we still deal with it every single day. The people that mattered to us supported us and gave their blessing.
When we decided to be together – it came down to the ultimate question who is going to leave behind life as we know, take a leap of faith that it’s forever, and leave. With no further discussion, almost as if written on the stone that it has to be me.
In that (feltlike a lifetime) short period of running (more like taking flights, between countries and islands) to get the paperwork done, I had no time to contemplate how much my life was going to change? What am I leaving behind?
The moment I had my visa on hand, I made a bunch of phone calls, nagged about the bureaucracy, stuffed my bag and left.
Meanwhile he was probably sitting in his cold apartment, across the ocean, crossing his heart! That this girl who is on her is the one true love – in his words – THE REAL DEAL.
Little did we both knew, it was just the beginning of much bittersweetness we haven’t prepared ourselves for. But that’s a story for another day…
