There is no “One”. There is no soulmate. One is as good as another. None are worth sacrificing for, none are even worth your time more than to convince them to fuck you. They will never love you as you love them. Their love is opportunistic and conditional. And most of all, it is temporary until that better deal comes along. She will leave you bleeding on the side of the road if suits her hypergamy. If the next woman isn’t better than the one you left, then the one after that will be. They are all the same under the hood. The only reason you think you value them is that you have fallen for the scarcity model.