My brother used to date pretty home counties types who loved ponies and Cornwall and were all studying for non-courses in PR and Fashion Marketing (whatever that is).
They weren't going ti set the world alight, but they were fun and you could chat to them about anything, they'd even buy their own drinks at the bar.
Now, he is in an on/off (and hopefully soon to be off/off) relationship with an utter oxygen thief with no aims, ambition or redeeming factors whatsoever who uses the 'deffo' as her default answer to everything, only eats junk food, calls him 'babes' and bursts into tears at a moments notice. She's also the only one of her numerous siblings who hasn't 'fallen pregnant' yet.
This though is the final straw......sub 4th form fauxmo poetry, fucking hell:
'Every day I sit and think,
About you, the taste of your kiss and then I blink…
I blink to stop the tears from coming
I bite my lip, because I am numb and,
I need to realise not is all bad
Because I’ll see you soon
And I wont be sad.
Every day I sit here and stare
At the screen of my laptop
then look up at your bear…
All around are memories of things we have
Your top, your letter…our love
I wont be sad, or alone just miss you like mad
Every Day I think of you and I know
You and me we’ll stand the test of it all.
We wont fail…we’ll be so proud and stand up tall
We love each other so very much
Ill be in the arms of whom I trust
I love you lots
Please never doubt it
We’ll lean on each others strengths
And forget our weaknesses.
Its you and me all the way
Our future is what’s keeping me here
Get out, get out, get out.