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Wait for the boy who pursues you, the one who will make an moment like grocery shopping or doing homework seem exraordinary, the kind of boy who brings out the best in you and makes you want to be a better person. Wait for the boy who will be your best friend - the one who will drop everything to be with you no matter the time of day the night no matter what he's doing or how far away you are.

Wait for the one who will spend all night in the ER waiting room for you, tutor you in math, have food waiting after long runs, hang around to walk you home after your classes, and drive hours multiple times a week to come pick you up because he knows you're happier out of the city. Wait for the one who will dance with you while making dinner, let you sing musicals in the car, and even though he despises your favorite TV show, watches it anyway so he can see you get excited. Wait for the boy who never raises his voice, never gets frustrated when you're grumpy, and never lets you forget for a moment you are the single most beautiful girl in the world.

Wait for the one who makes holidays seem completely arbitrary - because everyday with him is special and no store-bought present could ever express how you feel about him. So you give him his favorite candy and a homemade card - and he's stoked. And you're equally happy when for every special occasion he gives you a stuffed animal and food. He knows you well enough to know what's important to you.

Wait for the one who lights up your world because he reminds you how pure and beautiful love can be and even when everything is going wrong, he is always going right. And even after being together for what seems like forever, just seeing him he still makes your heart race. Wait for the one who you never have to explain yourself to because he just knows by looking at you. He makes all your problems seem small, and eventually you just end up laughing because he reminds you everything is going to work out.

Wait for the one who makes you laugh until you cry and feel like throwing up. When he looks at you...you know he thinks you're the most wonderful thing he's ever seen, not because he tells you every day, but because you can see it in his eyes and his actions. Wait for the boy who wants to show you off even when you're dripping in sweat from working out or just rolled out of bed.

Most of all wait for the boy who will put you at the center of his universe...because obviously he's at the center of yours.

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