"...I put you in the innocent friend box."

Imagine chasing after a guy for eight years, finally letting go, and then coming into contact again? Yeah, that would be my life, wouldn't it. So during a very telling conversation with this...er, Number 22, as I shall forevermore call him (I'd like to call him some other names, but for the sake of maturity, I won't), I was told that I was put into his innocent friend box. So this whole conversation started when I opened my Pandora's box of a mind and wanted some solid answers, as our "friendship" had been ongoing for eight years. I said something about being the one who forever pines for him, but never gets him, and he basically told me this: "I'm very good at compartmentalizing. Most of my gfs started out as romantic interests. You started off in the innocent friend box and then things got messy." Um, like crime scene messy, or cleanup after baking a cute innocent cake messy? Either way, that statement made me feel like utter crap. I was put into a cute little box and tied away with some sort of ribbon to be shipped off to the puppy mill (isn't that where all the cute little puppies go?). I have more words, but it's late, and mama is ti-red.