Here comes my man.

I don't understand how someone like me, ended up with someone as wonderful as you. My whole life I've dreamed about finding my Prince Charming, one that would take my hand and dance with me even when I said no. One that would sing songs with me, even if he wasn't the best. How did I get lucky enough to have you pick me?
You have changed me for the better in so many ways. You made me see myself, and actually see myself. I am no longer ashamed of the person I am becoming. You made me feel worth peoples time. You would text me, and talk to me even when it was just to talk. You didn't just talk to me when you needed something. I don't worry about all the little things anymore. (Or at least not nearly as much as I did.) My life doesn't revolve around all the silly things that don't really matter. I don't look in the mirror and cry.
You have made me a better person, and I could never thank you enough for that. I love seeing you, it's my favorite part of the weeks. I hate saying goodbye more then anything else in the world.
And I wonder, could you love me as much as I love you?
I picture myself with you, how lame is that? I see myself growing old with you, reading, drinking our coffee together every morning. How silly is that?
You could be the one. I hope I could be the one for you.