The “Friend Zone.” That space where relationships ought to be crystal clear: Person A, Anon, is “just friends” with Person B, Imus, and may like—even love—Imus, but “only as a friend.” Never mind that Imus secretly pines for Anon, longs for a more romantic entanglement, and therefore wants out of the Friend Zone. Sometimes Anon’s strict distinction wins out, and Imus either finds someone else or takes his secret, unrequited love to his deathbed; other times Imus finds a magic key and exits the evanescent doorway leading out of the Friend Zone, hip hip hooray.
No. Don’t reach out for me like that, like you’re sorry. There’s nothing for you to be sorry about so you know I won’t fall for it. Not me. You know me better than that.
No. Don’t reach out for me like that, like you’re sorry. There’s nothing for you to be sorry about so you know I won’t fall for it. Not me. You know me better than that.