Everyone around me is falling in love and getting married. Seeing their happiness, I recognize what a lonely existence I’ve been living and I want more. I am searching for her: my one. I’d been attracted to her before, but as our friendship grows, so do my feelings. My perfect woman has been right in front of me this whole time. Now that I’ve found her, I’m keeping her. But I thought she knew me. Turns out, she didn't know me at all.