As far as I can remember - because I am now aware that I missed the best part of the beginning of the play - there wasn't ever an offer on your part. And barely any promise at all. Which is good, because I never expected any.

I made no promise either. I know it's as easy for me to let you go as it is for you. And I don't think I'd want it any other way.

But it doesn't change the facts.
We both know where we've been and why. There's no denying it. There's no making it go away. And once in a while, we get to wondering where this leads us.

And maybe that's what's so beautiful about it.