The One, Do They Really Exist?

How many of us have fallen hard, once, twice, ok admit it, a few times? I mean really fell, you thought that person was the end of it all for you. Lets face it, as women, we tend to fall easier than the men do. At least this has been my experience, either personally or through the ones I love. So what do you think? Does "the one" really exist? How do you know when you have actually found him/her? Some one once told me you would just know. Ok well I did just know, twice. So where the hell is my heart going wrong, cause well I dont fall easy and I generally dont buy into the pretty words or bull. I am hard on people, I dont trust easy. So when that "one" jumped over my, hard to climb, walls, I was shocked and even a little scared. I guess that last statement raises yet another question, if i was scared, why did I "just know" he was it? Well all I knew at that time was he was my best friend, I had a relationship with this man that rivaled any other one I had in my life at that time. All I knew was he was the first and last thing on my mind every day and he was constantly on my mind all day. I could tell you every detail of every time we were together. I knew him like the back of my hand. I could tell you every bad habit, his reputation, but also the man I knew that no one else knew. I knew the things about him that would have shocked other people, the front he put up for everyone else was not the man I got. Yet we werent together. We were the best of friends who made a terrible mistake. We got too close then he got married. To this day he swears hes the happiest man in the world, but he cant look me in the eye and say that. Why? Cause he still cant lie to me. Then there was this last one. With in minutes of meeting this beautiful man, I told my friend Elyssa, "I need to stay away from that one. I have a feeling if I dont that I will be too far gone to look at any one else, ever again." I knew. I just knew, from the very moment I met him. It had nothing to do with his physical appearance, though that was beautiful. It was just this crazy connection I felt to him. I looked him in the eye and before he even told me his name I knew him. Its like I knew exactly who he was and what he was meant for. I spent an entire week watching him but avoiding running into him. If you read this blog, well you know the rest of this story, so I wont go into the Amanda/Kevin saga of stupid. So I ask you, again, what is your thoughts? Does that "One True Love" really exist, for every one?