“But if you end up with someone almost good enough—someone average—that’s manageable. You can afford to lose that. They can leave. You’ll survive. But if “the One” leaves you? That’s the end of the world. That’s the apocalypse. You stop existing—not just because they ripped out your other half, but because deep down, you know there’s nothing better out there. After the one, all you’ll ever find are lowercase ones.”