I entreat ye, therefore, Walter

I did not stop to consider that my joy, in the way it was expressed, might be hurtful to others. (i.e. Walter)

In my own defence (not that I need to get defensive, I'm just thinking this out, outloud...so to speak)...Joy is an emotion of the moment. It's a passionate, effervescent, even ethereal, DARE I SAY passionate eruption.

And, if I know my Walter, he would not want me to lose that passion. Passion. PASSION, BAYBEEEE.

You can't have one without the other. Being involved with a passionate woman means, at times, there may be the odd outburst which may be, perhaps, indelicate. But passion cannot be regulated!!

Please, please, please, Walter. I'm entreating you with all that is in me...please forgive me for blabbering on about the electronics dude.

Nothing happened.

And I still consider myself yours completely.