But I will hold on hope,
And I won't let you choke,
On the noose around your neck,

You know, as you always have, that she isn't going to change her ways anytime soon. She'll continue seeing them, those men that you have classified as a different species in your brain. You call them Nisupians, a whole new species of men. They all have the same characteristics; devilishly good looking, charming, funny, generous, sly, unfaithful, manipulative. You could go on all day, but you get back to your point.

She will always continue dating them and then leaving them or being left weeks later. You know that is the cycle and that is how it works, the world is programmed that way. Although, you have begun to wonder if she even realises she's doing it, if she even knows that she is ruining her future happiness in continuing her childish ways, because she certainly doesn't know that it is ruining any chances of your happiness.

You know being in love with her is hopeless, ever thinking she will ever love you back is even more hopeless. Just the wish that she will change her ways is hopeless, she's stuck like that.

Still you try help her.

Still you think up names for your children together.

Still you love her.

Because you still hope.

Because hope is all you have.

Even if you know what your hoping for is hopeless.