An Ode to My Amazing Man

I was on another forum, and I wrote this reply. I found it very profound, so I thought I would share it here.

Ok. First things first. Take a deep breath. Then another.
So you happened to fall in love with someone you haven't met. She smokes. She wants kids. So what?
You've known each other three months. That isn't a long time. You have no idea what is down the road for her or for you. Life happens when you're busy making other plans. I'm not saying you should give up. That is entirely your call. Three months doesn't make a lifetime guarantee for anyone. Even marriage isn't a guarantee. Or kids. I speak from personal experience. I have two daughters, but I'm not still with their fathers. Do I regret having them? No. Do I regret my relationships with their fathers? No.
For all the stuff that I have gone through in life has brought me by some miracle to this fantastic man I now know. He was married, and it ended. He smokes, and I don't like it. But you know what? I love him with all my heart. Above and beyond everything. He is my world, and I intend to marry him. I wish it could happen tomo, but I know it won't. It will take a long time to get there, because there is 1000s of miles between us. First I need to do 15 months of therapy. Then I need to move to the UK and get a job. Then when I have been earning enough for 2 years, I can marry him and bring him to live with me (hopefully).
It's a long time to wait, and I hate that too. But I believe he is worth it. So I endure long periods without him, missing him and crying frequently. It seems so cruel, but what is my alternative? Give up the love of my life because an ocean happens to divide us? Even though he is perfect for me in every way, adores me, respects me, and treats me like a queen? Then I would either be alone or with someone else. But I wouldn't be anywhere near as happy as I am with him. No one else could love me like he does, the way I need.

Life isn't always logical and rational, and you're not on the outside of your situation.
I was adamant that I didn't want to meet my SO's family either. I didn't want to know anybody that meant something to him. IDK when, but that dissolved at some point. By the time I had booked my first visit, I knew I would meet his mum. I told him not to tell me in advance when it would be, to help with my anxiety. We went to see her, and I was kinda at odds with the whole thing, but she was fine with me. She didn't ask probing questions, which was what I feared most, and we only stayed an hour or two. She even took our photo, which I am so grateful for, because we didn't take one ourselves.
When all is said and done there are only two options. One is to go for it, and see where it leads. The other is to quit before you've really begun, but then you will never know what could've been. If you walk away, would you regret it? I know I would if I left my man.