September 30th, 1969
"Wow, that was amazing" I said out of breath, laying my head on my boyfriend Roger's bare chest. Roger chuckled and leaned forward to kiss my forehead "you're cute, y'know?" He asked, gently rubbing my bare back with his fingertips. We laid there, silently in each others embrace until Roger spoke up again. "We should get married" he said, looking at the ceiling. I laughed a little and looked up at him "what?" I asked, surprised.
"You heard what I said. We should get married" he repeated, looking down at me. "Roger, we're only 20 and in college. Don't you think we're a little young?" I asked. "Maybe, but I'm so in love with you and I want you to be Mrs. Taylor someday" he said kissing my nose making me giggle.
"I'm so in love with you too and I'd love to become Mrs. Taylor someday but I think we should wait until after college, deal pretty boy?" I asked, messing with his already messed up hair "deal, I'll wait as long as I have to" he replied kissing me.
