It hasn't seemed we were in a position to marry.

Things are better now, but I haven't quite known how she'd see them.

They were so bad six months ago that I understood her, I thought, as breaking off.

I haven't broken; I've only accepted, for the time--because men must be easy with women--being treated as 'the best of friends.' Well, I try to be.

I wouldn't have come here if I hadn't been.