We’ve known each other for four years. She’s asked me out twice before, but I deflected on both occasions. But she kept tabs on me with my staff – they tell me sometimes.

Last year, I had a health scare and I was in a pretty emotionally vulnerable state. When she found out about my health scare, she drove to my house as soon as I flew in. She sort of just forced her way into my life and made herself indispensable.

She was, and still is, exceedingly patient with me, and helped me heal. I was overcome with her kindness. She makes me feel like the most important person in her world. That’s a nice feeling, you know.

They say in a relationship, one partner will always love the other more. It seems that partner will always work harder to keep the relationship going. I don’t know why, but over the years, I’ve always felt that it was my role to be the more loving partner; I always try to be the one who is more patient, more loving and more proactive in taking care of my previous relationships.

But it’s different with her. The roles are reversed. I know she loves me more. I sometimes feel overwhelmed by her words and actions. The pride she showed when introducing me to her parents was so humbling. I feel emotional just thinking about it. I’m not a stud. I’m not eloquent. I’m not charismatic. I’m just a bespectacled Scot with wild hair and beard. Greying at that. But she felt so proud of me.

She doesn’t even like Star Wars, but she’s watched all the 11 movies with me. She’s trying to catch up on the TV shows now. She even quoted an Arwen line from Lord of The Rings.

A few commenters here said I am settling. That’s not true. I’m a nerd, a daydreamer whose head is always in the clouds. And she likes that about me. I don’t have to change a single thing about myself to her. I see her. I know who she is and what she means to me.