Hi Vicki!
There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend.
But etched in stone, as far as Lois is concerned.
There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend.
This one’s more a trace of dirt on a window. Brushed away at the first opportunity.
He dumped me. Clark. He dumped me.
For her own good. Never forget that.
Maybe. It’s literally in my job description to do so.
Checks contract: no, neither the before-Luthor nor the post-Luthor contract states undue risks should be taken.
And the dangers he and I have faced haven’t been any more or less deadly or dire since he was forced to come clean about his penchant for flying around in Spandex. Perhaps different in some ways, maybe even more unique, but certainly not more frequent or more concerning.
well, I can’t say I would have done things all that differently if I’d been in his shoes. I’d want that peace of mind too.
That’s why she’d sicc’d Cat on Clark all the time, right?
There's a fine, fine line between love And a waste of time.
Applies to Superman, too.
now that I’m once again relegated to being “just a friend.” Friend. Ugh.
He friend-zoned her.
Then he dumped me. Tore my heart out and crushed it beneath his heel. Left without letting me argue my side of things. Made the decision for both of us without even stopping to wonder what it is that I wanted. He wasted my time and his, and for what? Nothing but heartache and regret for losing what might have been.
Things you get for keeping it casual, for 100.
There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie. And there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."
Yeah, the second one, normally not so much.
But to go from acting like I’m the center of his universe to this? I can’t make sense of it, no matter how many mental gymnastics I perform.
Let’s try the metaphor about a star going nova and then collapsing into a black hole. Doesn’t take long at all.
I guess if someone doesn't love you back It isn't such a crime. But there's a fine, fine line between love And a waste of your time.
Oh, now I get it. That’s the lyrics.
I started to wonder if I was giving out some sort of signal to the universe. “Hey, send more men I can’t trust!”
Lois performs an invaluable service to womankind: she’s a lightning rod for scumbags.
So…what now? What am I supposed to do? Where do I go from here?
Investigate. Trap. Drag off to lair.
Just walk away from the wreckage of my shattered hopes and murdered dreams.
Great writing.
A toddler. That’s what he reminds me of right now. The bratty kind who can’t stand the thought of someone playing with his beloved toy, so he breaks it. And then cries because his favorite toy is broken.
but unlike a toddler, Clark could use a good spanking. She should pull his spandex down and go to town.
Why do his so-called needs – and I’m not entirely convinced being apart from me is an actual need – outweigh mine?
Well, he needs to keep her safe so he needs to stay away from her. Hmm…no, doesn't get any more sensible either.
. It’s Clark or no one at all.
What about Alt-Clark?
And, more importantly, I am worth the effort.
He may have drawn some fine lines in the sand, but I’ve never met a line I haven’t been willing to cross or been able to erase.
That’s some mighty fine recovery/training montage.
IMO, this was one of the dumbest moves Clark ever made!
What about during the Argh? Letting her go with Lex? Letting her go with Deter.
This was a great ride!
Michael
