Morgan Elizabeth Beck

Small tidbit about me and my fiance: we are playing volleyball in Cyprus until May. We love our profession! We practice constantly and do not get much time to do anything during our season.

My romantic wish would be to come home from practice one night to a table set with candles and decorated with a fresh bouquet of flowers. Behind that in the kitchen, there would be an array of fresh ingredients for a make-your-own sushi night! We would spend the night laughing and making sushi (which I have always wanted to try to do) and dancing in our kitchen (which we normally do). I can't really ask for much more than that.

We fell in love in Italy; he drove two hours to the tower of pisa to take a photograph to ask me to be his Valentine via email. He proposed with Christmas lights that spelled out "Marry Me?" What more could a girl want other than a make-your-own sushi night with some candles, dancing, and the company of your best friend and future husband?

Andrea Jablonski

Watching a La Jolla sunset with my new love of 6 months, I said, "I'd like to have a sunset jar someday-a jar we could each put a dollar in for every sunset we watch together." I forgot about this wish until our one-year anniversary, celebrated on the same beach...my boyfriend gave me a beautiful amber glass jar and a card that read, "To many more sunsets together" along with a crisp dollar bill.

Lauren Jacobsen

Ring. Ring. Ring.

There goes the telephone again. When will it ever be a soft good morning whispered in the ear instead of the cold, electronic sounds of a standard ringtone? It has been months since we have seen one another's face, but such is the life of broke college students living in different cities, each chasing their own dream. In the short breaks from our academia, we can trust that the other is waiting, but those breaks are few and far between.

Our wish comes in the form of a dream, one that reoccurs nightly. A dream of escaping student debts and societal pressures. We yearn to travel and experience what this world has to offer us. Young American Muslims are not meant to fall in love, but rather are destined to cold, arranged marriages, right? Wrong. The love of my fiance, despite the distance, debt, and disapproval is worth waking up to the electronic sounds. Our dream of escaping these disadvantages of our current situation gets us through the exams, bills, and incessant reminders from society that there is no such thing as an American Muslim, and much less two that are madly in love.