The conversation didn't turn out quite the way I had imagined...
Boy: So. About yesterday.
Me: Marriage you mean?
B: And eveything else.
Me: I have to know I'll have a secure future, and I will not put my children through the hardships you face.
B: Can't we get married and work it out later?
Me: No! That's not how it works. I will not throw away everything until I know I can be happy. For instance, I do not know I can be happy living in your country.
B: We will have to live in yours and save money and think about that later.
Me: *Stunned* Well, then ASK ME TO MARRY YOU!! Properly. I want to remember that special moment forever. Oh, and ask me on Bar Street and you're a dead man. Make it special, somewhere special to us.
B: I will ask you in time. I will take you somewhere you've never visited and ask you.
Me: Great! then we shall talk about visas... And other stuff...
And until then, I will be on edge. Every time he wants to take me somewhere, every time I think about my next visit, every time I think of him. Shit.