The movie was good - so was mother's coconut layer cake - but the moments afterward. The sweetness of it all - the perfect happiness. Sometimes I think it is too perfect to last. "Why did I do it?" You wish it had slipped? Your desire was not false love - you looked me "straight in the eyes" when you said it. Five years from now - "Yes." It was hard to say. It would have sounded gross on other lips than mine because "I am I," "The Girl You Love." If I would say it to anyone else you would shoot me and yourself, both. If I did not have eyes? My eyes are what they are because "you are you." I live for you. Oh - so happy - you now smiling down into my face - your gentle fingers stroking back my hair, tilting my chin. Biting my fingers, my ears. Cannibal! "No, just lover." And such a perfect one, too. I could never have gone to sleep against that pillow, with you beside me, holding me there. All right I will forget the Wednesday you were silent, did not touch my arm, and would not come in.
This is the journal of Virginia Lee Scott, my grandmother, written when she was seventeen and first dating my grandfather, John Arnold Wilson. It's a dairy published by Media Drug Stores and includes space for two entries per day, with facts about the era printed at the bottom, which I have included in italics. Following, 1928, is the journal of John Arnold Wilson, my grandfather, at age nineteen and in love with my grandmother, followed by my grandmother's journal in 1931.