Dear Tim McGraw,
I'm not sure who you are. I'm not sure if I've even met you. I'm not sure if you are just around me now, or you were that guy from yesterday, or you're a friend of mine or you'll be the guy I'll bump into at some corner in the future. I'm not sure why I'm doing this. But one thing's for sure, you make my heart skip a beat, my stomach churn butterflies, my mind lose its track of thoughts, and most importantly, you make me feel like the world is so much better when you're by my side.
I guess this blog will be all about you. In the past, I've encountered a lot of other guys. Those times I thought they were you but I realized, as time passes by, they weren't you. As of now, I have a picture of who you really are but of course, I wouldn't be able to make sure of that until the day I'd be able to really say to myself, "He's the core of my existence." I mean, this blog will be all about how life has put a lot of twists and surprises in my love story. This blog will be all about my own adventures of my quest in searching for you.
Yes, I admit it, in some point. I think I've met you already. You are the one who has given me these smiles right now but this is just a start on trying to find out if you really are Tim McGraw.
Before that, Tim, I'd like to post how my past has brought me to you. Maybe tomorrow or sometime this weekend.
Tim, I don't know how to say this but I'd really like you to be my one and only Superman. Can you fly me to the stars, then? I'll be waiting for you.
Love,
Summer
