I always espoused that when love comes it's going to be easy. Things would just fall into place and all the noise will finally come to a stop.
Is it really that easy? I mean. You find someone. You guys fall in love. And then you plan to get married.
Wait. Wait. Hold it. Hold it!
There's a glitch here somewhere... ahhh... There's one. You are 12 hours apart by airplane (and that's a direct flight mind you) and that you'll be uprooting yourself to be with him.
Now I ask you. Is it really that easy?