I wanted to tell you why I run - sometimes ride - away from things.

Does it matter?

I think so. [takes a deep breath] When I was walking down the aisle, I was walking toward somebody who didn't have any idea who I really was. And it was only half the other person's fault, because I had done everything to convince him that I was exactly what he wanted. So it was good that I didn't go through with it because it would have been a lie. But you - you knew the real me.

Yes, I did.

I didn't. And you being the one at the end of the aisle didn't just fix that.