Man of my dreams

When I was a little girl I would always dream about my hero. He was that kind of little girl fantasy that seemed perfect. My hero was strong, loving, beautiful and fairy tale exquisite. But as I grew up, I never dreamed that I would actually find my hero, until I met you. You are everything I always dreamed about. I am still half waiting to wake up from the most wonderful fantasy I could ever chance upon. You, my love, are living proof that dreams really do come true. Every little detail, every little perfection I ever hoped for, you embody. Even more than that, you are superior to any dream I could ever envision. But you are not some momentary conjuring of my imagination, you are real. How did I ever get so lucky to have found the actual man of my dreams? I feel as if, in some way, we are connected. Through all of my hopes and dreams, you and I were pulled together for a dreamy fit. As if the heavens looked down upon my dreams while I slept and molded my dreams into a reality, manifesting my musing into you, my love. I can't help but believe that your presence in my life is of a divine nature, you are just too wonderful. You are the man of my dreams, and I want you to know that I love everything about you. To me, you are my perfect hero and much, much more. I feel as if you are my past and my future. You have always been with me, and I will always be with you. I love you with all of my heart.