Barbara, I've spent three or four sleepless nights on your account.

Will it spoil your evening if I tell you in plain words what you already know?
It won't bother you, will it ?" he floundered.
"What do you mean, Monty ?" she begged, purposely dense, and with wonderful control of her eyes.
"I love you, Babs," he cried.

"I thought you knew about it all along or I should have told you before.

That's why I haven't slept.

The fear that you may not care for me has driven me nearly to distraction.