Truth is nobody is perfect, nobody is special, we’re all human beings in this world.
“The one” is just a concept created to fill our narcissistic existential void. We fear our own mortality because we are narcissistic animals, we want to feel special and feel like we’re “somebody to someone”.
People begin assigning meaning to fate, destiny, etc to explain romance. Which are things that you can nurture with anyone who is emotionally mature. Love is a choice you make to nurture something with someone.
