Try

If i walk, would you run?
If i stop, would you come?
If i say you're the one, would you believe me?
If i ask you to stay, would you show me the way?
Tell me what to say so you don't leave me.
The world is catching up to you
While you're running away to chase your dream
It's time for us to make a move cause we are asking one another to change
And maybe i'm not ready
But I'll try for your love
I can hide up above
I will try for your love
We've been hiding enough
If i sing you a song, would you sing along?
Or wait till i'm gone, oh how we push and pull
If i give you my heart would you just play the part
Or tell me it's the start of something beautiful.
Am i catching up to you?
While your running away to chase your dreams
It's time for us to face the truth cause we are coming to each other to change
And maybe i'm not ready
But I'll try for your love
I can hide up above
I will try for your love
We've been hiding enough

After learning the lyrics to the song, he kept his promise and sang it to me - for two nights in a row. And he insisted to do so while having a sore throat. I can't begin to comprehend how speechless I was, not because he was singing to me instead of it being the other way around but because no one has ever got up the courage to sing and dedicate a song to me, especially when the song holds so much meaning in our relationship.

Some time, a few years ago, a friend asked me a very overrated question. It was the kind of question every girl, at some point in time, would have asked their girlfriend(s) or would have thought about up in their head.

Knowing the answer at the back of my head and replaying it in my mind about a million times, I didn't hesitate to answer.

Firstly, he'd have to loyal. He'd have to be honest and understanding, forgiving and truthful, loving and protective. He'd also have to be someone who masters the art of compromise. Apart from that, nothing else mattered because I also believed then that if he was the 'right' person for me, everything else would just fall into place. But obviously, my list of characteristics didn't just end there. I had a really long list - a list filled with unnecessary and stupid characteristics which made me believe that my 'perfect man' would have to be a certain way. What I realize was that in the long-run, that list began to shorten and only the important and significant characteristics became all that mattered to me.

After backing up my answer to her question with explanations and examples, I concluded saying that, "... I know it doesn't matter but I'd love a guy who can sing as well".

Now, years later, after having found that person... all I can say is that, "I've found that someone at last."