That's somethings in your life that you try very hardly to hide from the people and, mainly, from your own conscience. Things that you are shame of, worried of.
Even if you cannot fully understand those things you know, instinctually, that someday you will have to face and maybe live with.
Since the last days of the last year I've being systematically avoiding to write in this diary because every time that I do it seems like the fear is taking control.
The people that follow our news knows that we made a new application. In this moment the application is waiting for a analyses from some consulate's officer. It's so weird to think about it.
I constantly imagine the packet in some dark corner of a busy office, waiting. Inside it, all our hopes and dreams. Our love and commitment. Our tears, fears, expectations. Our time apart, our hard work. Our will to stay together. All of it inside the packet in a dark corner.
In some moment some officer will take this heavy packet and he will open it. He will read it and will see the pictures. He will analyse the bank statements, will see my portfolio, will search evidences and will finally, in a divine act, determinate if we are worthy to be happy.
Isn't weird? Is this fair? He doesn't know us. He never felt what we fell or had a terrible sleepless night wondering how would be his next day apart of the love of his life but the power to make our nightmare something permanent or give us the freedom to live was given to him.
Simone says that if the answer were negative he wants to came to Brazil and try the life here but how can I demand it from him after read his last post? After all the problems that he had to stabilise himself in London how could I say to him "hey, give up this your conquests and came to live a non perspective life in Brazil"? How can I pull him out from there when he is finally fitting in?
At this point I figure out that this is the question that I fear and that I hardly try to hide from myself. That I'm shamed of. Because I don't know if I could resist to ask Simone to do not give up from me but I love him too much to want him to live a bad life in a foreigner country when he can be happy there, where he is. I do never doubt about Simone's love. He already gave me all the proves about it. I just wanted him to be happy. I wanted to protect him from the pain. Protect him from the suffering.
We still have 9 days. I can just pray God to let me go back and see my Simo again.
I'm afraid but I hopeful too. And the hope needs to be bigger than the fear. We will meet again and when I see Simone's eyes I will be sure that all the suffering was nothing.
I will him and I will never be forced to be apart him anymore.
I will follow what Simone says. I will put all my positive thinking on it. I will believe that it will work. I have to work. We deserve a happy ending. We deserve it.
Simo, I love you.