Here I am... still waiting to get to Mexico. On January 8th 2009 the police showed up at my door and asked for my fiance by name. (which means he was turned in). They asked for identification and when he couldn't provide documentation he was loaded into the back of the police car, while the officer made a call to immigration. They sat in the cop car in the parking lot of my projects for what felt like forever. I wanted to talk to him but they wouldn't let me. After what seemed like forever, the officer said to me, "that was immigration on the phone and they want him, so I am obligated to take him downtown. I'm sorry ma'am" I just stared at him for a second and said nothing. Again the officer said he was sorry and began to pull away. I looked at Artemio in the back seat of the car, he looked crushed. We held each other eyes as long as we could until the car turned to pull out of the parking lot.
I dropped to my knees, right there in the snow, in the middle of the parking lot. I began to cry... a cry that I have never felt before. A cry that took all of my energy away. I don't remember how I got back into the house but I remember when I got inside, my son was crying really hard. I called for my cousin that lived down the street to come and be with me so I could figure out what I was going to do.
For the next 2 weeks I stayed at home in the tiny apartment... using up the last of the diapers and food and crying myself to sleep every night. One night, turned into 2 weeks. Then I finally was able to go to county jail and see him on the t.v monitor and talk to him on the old bulky, black phone. Then he was transfered far away in Solon City being held for deportation. Visitation there was only once a week so I only got to see him 3 times for 15 mins each time.
So much has happened... so much time has passed.
I thought that I would just be able to pick up and go to Mexico to be with him... but I find out the hard way that its not that simple. Its been 5 months since I have touched my man. Sure theres been temptation but I feel like we love each other more now than before. I guess its true that abstance makes the heart grow fonder.
I love him so much and I know that he loves me. I can tell by the way he talks to me. I can feel his love pumping thru my vains. We have servived the hardest part. Now all we have to do is wait for passports.

Artemio tu no sabes lo tanto que te amo yo! Mi vida eres tu. Tu tienes mi corazon. Tu tienes mi alma. Quiero casarme contigo y estar contigo por el resto de mi vida. Mi destino eres tu. Mi lado es junto a ti.