I'm sitting in a university's library. I just counted 39 people in this room. I have met approximately fifty people this semester so far. I walk by, who knows, hundreds of people on the daily. Out of all these people, all these interactions, all those conversations, not one person replaces you.

Not one person comes close to you.

I still see you as the best. I still love you the most. Heck, you're the only one I'm in love with. The only one on my mind.

Out of all these people, I picked you. I choose you.

Nobody compares to the literal "one and only."

The odds are no longer one out of our high school class of 86 people. No longer the one out of 2,000 teenage guys in Yuma, AZ. You're officially one out of 20,000.

I'm sure you're 1 out of 100 billion too.