Everyone has a favorite celebrity they're mildly obsessed with. You know their likes and dislikes, favorite foods, music and hobbies. Every single magazine cover they've graced is in your possession.
You might've never met but it feels like you know them. No one understands them like you do. You're meant for each other.
Then, it happens. A paparazzi picture reveals your number-one canoodling with another famous person.
You're excited for them. Heck, you want them to be happy. You're somewhat sad it isn't you but this is for the best, right?
Months pass and the lack of news about the couple gets boring. You start feeling indifferent.
You certainly do NOT pray for their demise ... but their continued coupledom annoys and depresses you.
By the grace of God, your prayers are answered. RUMORS COME OUT THEY'RE BREAKING UP!
The two are photographed apart; could this be the end?
The inevitable split is announced. You sympathize for your beau and despise whoever caused them pain. How could they?
But wait, they're spotted together again?
It's only been six months ... now their publicists confirm they've reconciled.
Their PDA gets heavier and it's like they picked up right where they left off.
Then boom. Engagement.
Oh, a baby's on the way.
And of course, marriage. Your soul mate is forever taken.
Painful as it may be, you have an epiphany: Your "relationship" will never work and thus you swallow your pride. Congratulations to the happy couple.
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