"I'd hoped you had come to the conclusion you are madly in love with me."
"Why-why would you want that?"
"I guess if the answer isn't obvious then the memories I have of us are starting to blur with age." - Adrian
“You should have come to me, talked to me.” I shook my head. “I know, but I just couldn’t.” “Why? “How could I tell you I didn’t want to marry you?” “Honestly, Maggie, after six years, I would have appreciated you telling me rather than me waking up on the morning of my wedding and finding a letter, which broke my heart.” My sight blurred. “I’m so sorry, William.” He moved his hand from my arm. “I just wish you would have spoken to me. After being together for almost two years, I deserved that much, didn’t I?” “Yes, you did. I—” “Did you even love me, Margaret?” “Yes.” I slid his coat from my shoulders. “But I wasn’t good enough for you, Will. I wouldn’t have made you happy.” He let out an uncharacteristically harsh laugh, and accepted his coat from me. “Funny thing is you did make me happy.”