Much Ado About Something!

The minute I metcha I know at once I loved ya And all I had to do was connect this act of seeing to the rather new notion of loving you. I manage to make this so all on my own but then panic set in and I wondered whether you love me too. I was scared. I was frightened. What...what...if you didn’t! Curled up inside your own heart you were telling yourself exactly the same thing and exactly in the same dilemma. Not knowing If I loved you... you were frightened. You were scared. I stammered: “Please... don’t take this the wrong way but I’m rather sure I ...love you! ” You took my hand and talking only in kisses you proved the validity of it being mutual. Later, we laughed. “God I didn’t know what to do...! ” “You were scared of me... ...I was scared of you! ” “All I knew was that I loved you and didn’t know what to do about it! ” Later, it became a running joke! And you unashamedly used my “Please, don’t take this the wrong way but I’m rather sure I love you ...to do the dishes to take out the trash to de-flea the cat to be my husband and I’ll be your missus. All I could do is kiss you...kiss you.