We were far from each other for the whole eternity -- even more than 3 months. We were talking hours on the phone every night. We had written 2 or 3 e-mails every day and 10 or 12 e-mails over the weekend. We paid more than $2,000 in phone bills to MCI during that period of time. We both wanted to be together as soon as possible.

He called one November midnight and told me the amazing news that he was coming to me. I forgot that I had neighbors behind the wall. I started to scream and jump in the dark room holding the phone in my hands. He asked if I could go to Moscow to meet him. My voice was like a ringing bell. WOW! Sure I could! I was ready to go to him in my pajama and slippers through the dark of the night with my shining eyes lighting the way.

My heart was jumping out from my chest. In that one second all my life changed from black and white miserable existence to the full colors of a fiesta. I could not believe that the thing we both dreamed for so long was coming true. Every cell sang in me: "My LOVE is coming to me!" Only few more days and I would be able to hug him, to touch his hair, to kiss his eyes, to be with my Love -- the best person in the world.

My soul exulted and danced somewhere in the sky. I was so exiting that I could not go to sleep till the morning. I was wondering about how we would meet at the airport, what we would say to each other, how everything would go. I could not stop thinking of his arriving, and the happy smile did not come off my face.

I thought that the God had heard our prayers and joined us together forever.