I am slow to acknowledge the knots in the laces

He's going to be a short lived thing, I think. I give it another 2 weeks, tops, before it either:
a.) blows up in my face
b.) peters out into non-existence
c.) steadily evolves into a downward spiral

my personal guess is B. But, if that doesn't happen and we don't get sick of each other, then I give myself three weeks, tops, to tell him the truth and let that ruin everything.