“Amir, I’m not going to be able to do it in March. The trip is going to cost too much. It will take me more time to save the money for it.” I didn’t tell him that I was not at all comfortable with the idea of sending my passport off to the embassy and hoping for the best.
He looked at me with that intense look, a look that I had long ago learned meant he was deep in thought, that something was troubling him. “I am disappointed,” he said slowly. “I am not sure that I can wait until the summer to see you. It is just too long. I dream of the day that we are together. I don’t know if I can hold out for that forever. It is just too long. Habibi, I must ask, do you have the same feelings?”