When did it all begin

I frowned, trying to interpret the expression of her eyes, but I finally gave up. "What is it?" I put my hand on hers. She returned my hand and almost hypnotized me as she followed the lines drawn in my palm. The minutes passed. I plunged my eyes into hers, and tried to make her understand that for me it was all as new as it was for her. Patience was not my strength, but until then I had reasoned with myself; I had bridled my wish to always have her near me. "You know," I said, sighing. "I'm learning patience with you." My eyes clouded, thinking of the fear that was just beginning to make it's way in my heart. "I'm afraid."

"Afraid of me?" she cried, and arching her eyebrows, she burst out laughing.