Chapter XIV.
Every time I made a move to get things going with her passport, something on her side of the Atlantic seemed to transpire. I loved her very much. I did not want to see her grow old in Ukraine. She is too smart to live the way she was; without pursuing her dreams.
I loved her for all the right reasons; her mind, her soul, and her beauty. As the Russian proverb says, “If you are with Sweetheart, even in Hut of Branches, you will feel like you are in Heaven.”
Oksana said that they would be happy anywhere. She even ended the same e-mail correspondence (November 7, 2003):
I love you more than life.