I just need a little space. Six feet at all times, to be precise.

I need a few weeks alone to find out who I really am.

I love you, I’m just not ready to share my last box of Cheez-Its with you.

You deserve someone with more stockpiled toilet paper than me.

I’m not ready for anything serious in my life. Besides trying to survive a global pandemic.

I think we’re better off as just friends. And I’m not spending any time with my friends.

I’m afraid of commitment. Like spending the next three months quarantined in the same apartment.

Netflix and chill was great, but I’m not ready for Netflix and freak out.

I’m not allowed to date my co-workers. And now we’re both working from home.

I don’t want to hurt you. *coughs*

I think we should see other people. Not touch them, just see them.