Year: 1969
Plot: You and John fight but he proposes.

I recommend listening to "Teenager In Love" by Dion & The Belmonts while reading this because I am.

I ran out the front door and slammed it with a clap of thunder. I sped away on my blue bike and tears flooded my eyes. I stopped in a field of flowers and collapsed the second I got off my bike. Loving a man much older than you could be complicated. John left his wife for me and I thought we were free... untouchable. Right when I got comfortable Cynthia began calling him again and trying to mend their marriage. It was a little unsettling when he agreed to meet up with her. He assured me it was for Julian but I couldn't help my own insecurity. Long story short... it got the best of me and while they were discussing custody arrangements over tea I walked in. John pulled me aside clearly holding his anger in and scolded me in a whisper, "You can't just impulsively follow me around like you're a fan! Stop acting like a child  and leave me alone to sort out some important shit! Christ!" and now I'm here balling my eyes out in field. I stared at the moon intently almost asking for help but it only pulled my tears like the tide. I heard foot steps rustling behind me and held my breath. Slowly, I turned around to see a remorseful John with his hands in his pockets. He asked for permission to sit with out even speaking a word and I granted it. He sat next to me and held one of my hands in both of his. He finally spoke, "Y/N, I didn't mean to hurt you... In fact, I made a decent effort not to but clearly I failed." He finally worked up the nerve to look me in my starry eyes, "It's tough to not be trusted... and she wants full custody." I cried harder and he began to tear up. I softly grabbed his head and kissed his forehead. I silently held him for a few minutes. He looked up at me smiling and I giggled in response. "Look at us freaks! We're out in the middle of some field losing our minds!" We both laughed. "We're losing our minds but at least we're together in that." I pushed a strand of his hair back and admired him. He hummed in enjoyment and spoke, "I don't regret any of this, ya know." He stopped for a moment and then continued, "Actually, this is what I've always wanted." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. It was a medieval looking band with small pearls around it. "Holy shit, John!" I gasped and almost started crying again. He laughed and said, "Wanna get married, darling?" I could only nod as he slipped the ring on my finger. He took a moment to stare at my hand before holding my face in his hands and gracing my lips with his.