Saturday 21st June 1980

We meet up town to go to a concert.
We meet. We kiss. We talk.
Together, in the dark, everything seems OK. Just fine. 

Music: Steve Hackett, Spectral Mornings 

After the concert we go back together on the bus. Several of us. All having a laugh.
I stay on until Hurst Lane. Julie seems fine.
But, as we walk along from the bus back to her house she says, suddenly and quite coldly, "Unless we get engaged I want to end it".
Just like that. 
It takes me completely by surprise.
 
Since getting back together, we had not mentioned being engaged.
We had not mentioned being engaged.
We had not mentioned commitment.
Nothing.
And yet now, suddenly, from nowhere, we find ourselves standing on her doorstep and going through the same old arguments. 
We both love each other. 
We both want to be together.
There is no-one and nothing else. 
But she wants us to get engaged. 
And I don't want us to. 
We are too young.  
 
The night ends with just a brief kiss.
And I more or less walk off in a huff.
And I try to forget that the problem exists.
Right will surely win out? 
Won't it?