Basically, it's like having a bird. She tells you that there's a chance she might be going on a business trip for work. Then, when you casually check Bebo, you notice she's posting selfies with Paul Pogba somewhere in a sunny climate. They are both wearing all white, which seems to be a metaphor for purity that can only be ironic. You text her and are all like "I thought you were in Coventry for the curtain and blind convention???" and she waits three days before messaging back "maybe you should ask Farhad Moshiri to purchase a replacement."
This throws you. You text back "the notion of buying a replacement girlfriend is seriously outmoded, bordering on misogyny and slavery. Doesn't seem to have anything to do with the fact you're on holiday with Paul Pogba." But she just has a sit-down interview with ESPN where she talks a lot about her ambition and future plans without once mentioning you.
You write an abusive text to her before thinking better of it, instead just sending a sad face emoji. She sends back a red devil face emoji and you remember that this is an analogy.
You message Farhad Moshiri and mention you might no longer have a girlfriend. You suggest the absence of this girlfriend seriously reduces your mobility in the attacking third... err, seriously reduces your ability to operate successfully in whatever analogy you're stuck in. Moshiri squeals a high-pitched noise and giggles. You wonder if somehow you've been duped. You read someone on Twitter say that whatever happens it's fine because they said the same thing a year ago and now have a vested interest in their public reputation. Something amortisation something Schnitzel is ours.
You never even really liked your girlfriend. Admit it.
But your mates always said you should appreciate what you had. They said you’ve never meet anyone with that combination of pace and power, even if her ball control was somewhat limited. Still, never completely took to her.
Now you're seriously looking for a new bird on the internet, taking the advice of teenage boy virgins. You hired an old guy to find you a top-notch bird that wouldn't bankrupt you but all he's suggested so far are overpriced daffodils and salami. It's a weird time.