But who is the one?

I know it's wrong, but I like half the guys I look at. But who tops the poll? Who do I really want? Why is it that the one that I want the most always the one that I can never have? Why does life, and love, work that way. It's wrong, just plain wrong. That one guy, the one who makes me smile, grin and tingle all over. The one who I dream about. The one that I never shut up about. The one whose smiles and winks make me melt instantly. The one that I want no-one else to have. The one I want for myself only. The one I'd want no matter what he did. The one who I'd still love even if he was a complete failure. That unrelentless pain that you feel deep inside whenever you realise he can never be yours says it all. That's when you know he's the one. The only one.