Hleb Out, Nasri In

"I can officially confirm that a short time ago Alexander decided that he will leave Arsenal and join another club. Of course, Arsenal and Arsene wanted him to stay but they have accepted the player's choice."

- Nikolai Shpilevski, Hleb's agent

So you have this player. He's not perfect, but you love him because... well, you're not sure why he's special, but he is. He flirts with other clubs and it breaks your heart. He does things with rival agents that kill you. You get these little cold shivers every time you hear of his extra-curricular activities.

But you still really, really like her. You can't think of anyone else. When she smiles, she makes you happier than anyone has a right to. You know she's not right for you, and everyone you've asked agrees, but you want her because you want her.

You ask her why she does these things. She's evasive. She sends mixed messages. You look in her eyes and there's nothing there for you. The girl you loved has gone. Disappeared. Lost in the static of her own dramas, in the pursuit of her own burgeoning life.

So what do you do?

You go out and buy Samir Nasri.

You go out and fuck ten women.

You go on with your life, and have faith that there's nothing special about that person, beyond your unusually close proximity and your emotional investment. You trust that things will get better one day.

You just have to move on.