He's out there . . . somewhere.

I don't know him . . . I don't think.

But somewhere . . . he's there.

I don't know his name. I don't know his kind of car . . . if he has one.

His favorite foods, his dreams, his plans and goals, his fears . . . his secrets.

Almost nothing.

I know almost nothing about him.

But I know:

Someday he will be mine.

I know:

Someday I will be his.

I know someday I will meet him.

I know someday I will decide that he is different.

For some reason,

He will be different than all the other males in the world: of the ones I've met . . . and of the ones I haven't.

For some reason,

I will trust him more, want him more . . . LOVE. him. more.

He will be the best . . . for me.

He will be mine.

Mine alone . . . and my only one.

For whatever reason or reasons I find,

I know:

That he is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.

He will be the man that I want to hold me when my parents die.

He will be the man that I want to hold my hand when our children are born.

He will be the man that I will be intimate with: he will know me.

I won't say yes to every guy that asks me to be his girlfriend.

I wouldn't say yes to every guy that happened to propose.

I will save my "yes" for the specific ones.

I will save my "yes" for the only one.

He will be the only one that I make the commitment "until death" with.

He will be the only man who takes my vows.

He is so, so special.

He is who I want, who I love . . . who I adore.

I hardly know anything about him.

But I know not to get married yet, because he hasn't asked.

I will wait for him.

I don't know his face,

But I know he is real.

I don't know if I've met him,

But if I haven't, I someday will.

I don't know where,

But I know he's out there.

And because he is so special, he is worth waiting for.

So I will wait . . . in more ways than one.

And on that night,

On our first,

I'll tell him,

That I was right:

He was worth waiting for.

You . . . whoever you are,

Are worth waiting for.