"Anywhere but here." She replied. "We could go to my place and hang out. But I really don't care, just long as I don't end up crying in front of more people again."
"Long as you don't expect anything to come of it it's cool." She replied.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Kris, your my friend, that's it. Your hear for me, and I'm happy about that. But there isn't going to be more to us, not now and I'm not sure if ever."
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. — Ann Landers