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.
I know almost nothing about him.
But I know:
Someday he will be mine.
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,
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.