Oh wow, I can so relate to this. In that odious search (there's that vague reminder at the back of our head that we're meant to found and not the other way round, but it's somethings too vague...) for a life partner, a lover, a companion or maybe just someone you can call your own, you come across all kinds of men, all sorts, and you desperately wish, so you desperately want to believe, that this is HIM, even when he might as well have a big sign on his forehead saying "Mr Wrong". We see all the signs we need to see but we stay asking God "show me a sign", something to convince us that despite all the signs we've seen, he is still your man.
I'm so happy that when I saw all the signs that he wasn't for me, and I kept asking God to give me a sign that he's mine, I woke up one day and realized; he himself is already showing me all the signs I need to see, what else so I need? Yet, I stubbornly trudged on, I remember saying to myself "But shey it is still a woman like me that he will marry one day, so why can't it be me?". And then my eyes were opened to what marriage to him would be like and it was then I realized, I'd rather be single!
I know there are some of us in this situation presently, trying to force size 9 legs into size 6 shoes, God isn't going to come down and talk to you, you can already see all the signs you need. It's left for you to be wise.
Good morning my people. May your day be filled with good cheer.