In six months you will be miserable as fuck, crying into your pillow while she is out being dry bummed by some little twat in cut off jeans, canvas slip-ons and an Olly Murs hair do, otherwise known as "out with the girls".
In twelve months you will be staring longingly at the ceiling beam, wondering if it could bear your weight because she has just fucked you off for a totally different little twat in cut off jeans, canvas slip-ons and an Olly Murs hair do.
In 18 months you will be a social pariah, sat alone in your living room wanking to a picture of her using your tears as lube, because all the friends you didn't bother with while you were "in love" are sick and tired of you bringing them down by sniveling about how much you love her.
In 2 years you will genuinely wonder what you ever saw in the chunky, vacuous woman and will have nothing but regret for the 2 years of your life you pissed away while you deluded yourself.
A wise man once said "Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment".
Save yourself the misery, stay single, all relationships are doomed, people only stay together for 3 reasons, fear of being alone, lack of options or habit.
The world is a clopper buffet, dig in.
