You. Yes you. The boy who I picked to give my number to. I bet you're wondering why I picked you out of a crowd of people. I could've picked anyone, but I picked you. When I saw you, I didn't know what might happen if I asked to give you my number. Would you say no? Would I freak out and run away? I wasn't sure but I guess something told me to go for it, to not be shy and just be nice and ask. So I did. I told you that I thought you were cute, which wasn't a lie. You gave me your phone and I put my number in it.

Later during the football game, you texted me and I instantly freaked out even though it was a simple "Hi, it's me.", text. We texted for days and weeks and for a few months straight. But we didn't the chance to date until the summer after we met. I'm glad we waited. Want to know why? Because it gave me the chance to get to know you as a friend, and not as a love interest right away, even though that was my intention from the beginning.

When we met, we wanted to date but decided not to. We just passed the day that would've been our one year anniversary. But I'm glad we waited until June of 2016 to start dating because then we had the whole summer to grow as a couple, find out what made each other tick, without school getting in the way. Without extracurricular activities getting in the way.

Now that we're in school again, it's been a bit harder seeing each other but I know it's going to be okay. That night we met I believe God told me to pick you. He sent you to me that night for a reason. Because to be honest, that day was not good to start out with. And then we met and talked a bit and when I first heard you laugh from a joke I told, I knew there was something special about you. I knew there was going to be something special between us. I'm glad God sent me you. I'm not sure what I would do without you.

I know I'm a special girl with special problems but the fact that you love me no matter what I'm like, laughing, crying, angry, or depressed. You love me for me and you're always there for me when I need you, no matter how big or small the problem is. You laugh with me, you cry with me, you hold me when I need it and you tickle me even when I'm mad at you, but you know it will cheer me up. I've only been really angry at you once and now I can't even remember what it was for.

Thank you for loving me. I don't know how you do it but you do it with great pride as well. You like showing me off to your friends and family and it makes me happy that you are proud to call me your girlfriend. And I just want to thank your parents for letting me into your family, I feel like a member of the family and we haven't even been dating for 6 months. But I feel so included and so loved.

So why did I pick you? Because I needed to. Because I wanted to. Because God told me to.