1963

You and John had been together since around 1959 or so. With you two moving together in a flat in late 1960

Well, today was something you two had awaited a long, long time. You were gonna move into an actual house! The house was already bought and just needed to be furnished, so you two were now packing up boxes and moving some old stuff

That's when you stumble across an old cardboard box, full of things you had in your teens. An old porcelain cat decoration, a prom dress, a pair of ballet shoes, but most of all... old, cringy diaries, some dating back all the way to 1955, when you were only 14, and some more recent, like one from 1959. Unfortunately, the one that John found first was the most recent one. You knew you had written about him in that one. And before John could open it, you hastily tried to grab the book

"Dont read that one!" You said, your face flushed with embarrassment. But it was too late. He had already flipped up a random page and started reading aloud from it

"Oh god, I'm gonna burn in hell for sure. There he was talking about his poor dead mother, and I couldn't stop wishing that his hands were unbuttoning my dress.. is this one about me?" He read out of the diary, a smirk on his face as he turned to look at your face, that was now beet red with embarassment as he read aloud, you remembered the moment fully, the memory flushing back in your mind. The page, in fact, was about John.