True, I'd been nervous--very, very dreadfully nervous--to have the conversation with him. I knew he was going to think I sounded crazy. I knew he was going to think I was crazy. But I'd nervously fretted about my feelings for him for years. My nerves had sharpened my senses--not destroyed or dulled them. And above all was my ability to listen. I'd heard all the reasons why we shouldn't be together. I know I'd given every excuse in the world, every...