Sunday 11th May 1980

At the Red Welly. The issue was still there.
 
It was like we were now two different couples.
 
First there was Julie and I - who found being with each other to be wonderful.
Warm. The reason for life itself almost.
 
But, now, there was also another version of us.
It had come into being on Saturday 3rd May.
On the evening where we moved one small step along the road from childhood to adulthood.
This other version of us still wants us to be together.
But it seems somehow greedier.
It wants more than what we now have.
We can only stay together if we get engaged and then, soon, married.   
But I couldnt see the need.
We were happy. And too young.
Julie could only see the need.
She wanted us to be "even more happy". 
How could I disagree with that idea?
And yet here I was, disagreeing with it.
This difference between us was now real.
And it was not going to go away.