I’m in love with a man, who is on the other side of the sun.

He lives in Taiwan.

I live in middle America. Iowa to be exact.

I met him over 10 years ago.

We went to the same community college.

I was making a sculpture. I can’t DO faces. He can.

He is an amazing artist. And a museum curator. And a tattoo artist.

And honestly and all around wonderful human being.

He was in the states. He needed a green card. He needed to get married.

He asked me twice. But not just for selfish gain. We loved each other. I still love him.

I don’t like kids. I don’t have kids.

But I want to have HIS kids.

I don’t want to get married.

But I want to be HIS wife.

I’m supposed to go on a date this weekend with a man I met on Tinder. I don’t want to go. He keeps nonstop messaging me. Like, NONSTOP. Morning, noon, and night.

Good morning, how are you, what are you doing, did you have a good day, what did you eat for lunch, what are you eating for dinner…. I HAVEN’T EVEN FUCKING MET HIM IN PERSON YET.

And fucking last night, asked me what my life goals are, and then proceed to SHIT all over them. …

Jackass.

Still debating on whether or not to go.

Also, all I can think about is my Taiwanese love, and how much I want to see him. How much I want to kiss him, hold him, sleep with him, cuddle him… Marry him… live the rest of our lives together with him…

I’m going to visit him soon.

I hope he still loves me.