Finding "the one" is not as tough as it's made out to be. The real challenge is recognising who that person is at the right time. We all find the one, every single one of us. But only a few of us realise it when we should because timing, as we all know, can be a real bitch. If you're lucky and, more importantly, tuned in, your wires connect at the exact same moment and the rest is history. The good kind. But you have to know, I mean really and truly recognise it for what it is. Or else you could spend the rest of your life searching, still looking, still trying on everything and everyone else for size. And maybe that's not such a bad thing because you still live in hope. It doesn't matter if you've already met the one and lost him/her without even realising it. Ignorance as they say is bliss. Because what's worse than knowing that the one is now so far out of reach that even drumming up a distant memory takes effort? What's worse than knowing that you were once loved so completely and selflessly by someone who fit perfectly into that you-shaped hole in the sky, only you just didn't recognise it? And now, walking the earth without him/her feels like being under a starless sky amid a pack of wolves. What could be worse? Yes, we all find the one and if you don't realise it that one time, all the million other times are just pointless.