You held me close in your arms and kissed me, a "sweetheart's kiss" - and then - your heart began to beat so fast. You did not loosen your hold on me - if I stirred you tightened it, you did not speak, nor look at me. "It was not heart," you replied to me, "I will tell you on Saturday what happened but tonight I cannot." I wonder if that handshake seemed like a mockery. "You have won again" you said to me. But how did I win. The victory was yours and one of the greatest you will ever know. What would some people think if they knew a young girl would write like this in her diary. But these are my thoughts - right or wrong I know that love is of the sweetest kind. A love that means many a battle for each other.
I cannot forget last evening. It seemed perfect until -
You held me close in your arms and kissed me, a "sweetheart's kiss" - and then - your heart began to beat so fast. You did not loosen your hold on me - if I stirred you tightened it, you did not speak, nor look at me. "It was not heart," you replied to me, "I will tell you on Saturday what happened but tonight I cannot." I wonder if that handshake seemed like a mockery. "You have won again" you said to me. But how did I win. The victory was yours and one of the greatest you will ever know. What would some people think if they knew a young girl would write like this in her diary. But these are my thoughts - right or wrong I know that love is of the sweetest kind. A love that means many a battle for each other.
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ContextThis 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. Archives
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