Soul mates

Soul mate - Two little words, one big concept.
A belief that someone, somewhere is holding the key to your heart, and your dream house. All you have to do is find them. So, where is this person?
And if you loved someone and it didn't work out, does that mean they weren't your soul mate? Were they just a runner-up contestant in this game show we call "Happily ever after"?
And, as you move from age box to age box and the contestants get fewer and fewer, are your chances of finding your soul mate less and less?
Soul mates, reality or torture device?  

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