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A 1989 First Love Diary Entry Inspired by a Song That Changed Everything

A 1989 First Love Diary Entry Inspired by a Song That Changed Everything

This 1989 first love diary entry takes us back to a moment when a song, a feeling, and everything in between collided.

Sometimes a song doesn’t just play in the background…
it becomes part of a memory.


March 23, 1989

Dear Diary,

Today was the BEST day.

Mom took me to Strawberries Records & Tapes after school. I had been waiting for Madonna’s Like a Prayer album to come out, and it finally did.

I had saved enough money to get the tape, my favorite Bop magazine, and a Sweet Valley High book. I begged Mom to take me as soon as I got home from school.

She did.

As soon as we got back, I opened the cassette and put it into my jambox.

I glanced around at the posters on my wall—Madonna, a few of my favorites from Bop magazine, and even some Block 213 ones—making sure they were all ready for the best concert ever

As I suspected, I loved every single song on the album. I’ve already started learning all the words.

But one song caught me in a way I didn’t expect.

Cherish.

It’s such a happy, upbeat song, and for some reason… it made me think of Josh.

Josh is in town. I haven’t seen him yet, though.

I don’t even know if I will.

Today I was in my room singing along to Cherish like I always do, using my hairbrush as a microphone and pretending the posters on my wall were my audience as usual.

I didn’t even think about who might be outside my door.

I had my door shut.

At least… I thought I did.

At some point, I noticed it was cracked open, and I have no idea when that happened.

After the song ended, I walked over and peeked out into the hallway.

I heard voices coming from Mitchell’s room.

One of them sounded like Josh.

What if he heard me singing?

Oh my gosh. I would be so embarrassed.

Then Mitchell’s door opened.

And there he was.

Josh.

He smiled at me.

Then he walked over, hugged me, and kissed my cheek.

ā€œHey, Emma,ā€ he said.

I could feel my cheeks getting hot.

He’s done that before…

But this time, it felt different.

I can’t really explain it.

But I was glad he did it.

Mitchell just rolled his eyes and told me to turn the music down a notch.

Uh oh.

Did that mean they heard me?

Josh smiled a little and said, ā€œIt’s good to see you, Emma.ā€

Then he followed Mitchell down the hallway.

I watched him walk away.

I don’t know why, but something felt different about him.

Not bad… just different.

But I was still really happy he hugged me.

And kissed my cheek.

And I couldn’t stop thinking about it after.


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Listen to the song that inspired the diary entry here:Ā Cherish – Madonna from theĀ Like A Prayer Album

Emma’s Diary – June 25, 1990

Emma’s Diary – June 25, 1990

Some memories don’t fade… they linger in the quiet moments.

In this diary entry from 1990, Emma reflects on love, music, and emotions she thought she had left behind.

Inspired by ā€œIf Wishes Came Trueā€ by Sweet Sensation: YouTube Video


Emma’s diary entry scene with candlelight and journal reflecting on first love and memories in 1990

Some memories don’t fade… they just get quieter.

June 25, 1990

Dear Diary,

Today I cried.

Like… really cried. Not just a little.

And I don’t even know why it hit me like that.

I turned on MTV, and there he was.
Josh.

Blue eyes. That smile. His hair all curly like it used to be.
He looked the same… but also not.

They were interviewing Block 213, and I just kind of froze. I didn’t even change the channel. I couldn’t.

I don’t know why.

I mean… I’m with Adam now. I’m supposed to be over all of that.

But then the interview ended, and a song came on.
If Wishes Came True.

I almost changed it. I really did.

But I didn’t.

And I think that’s when everything just… hit me.

I just sat there listening, and all I could think about was him.
About us.

And then I started crying, and I couldn’t stop.

It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen him. Not really seen him.
The Sunday dinners stopped, and Mom said it was because he’s on tour, but… I don’t know. It feels like more than that.

I miss those dinners.
I miss Mrs. McGuire.
I miss all of them.

I miss him.

And I feel so bad even writing that.

Because Adam is so sweet.
He’s good to me, and he makes me happy.

And I do love him. I really do.

But it’s just… different.

I don’t think I ever stopped loving Josh.
I think I just got used to him not being here.

And now I feel horrible for crying over someone I’m not even supposed to have anymore.

I wish I didn’t feel like this.

But I do.

Anyway, Adam is coming over soon.

I just needed to get this out.

My eyes are probably so puffy.

Hopefully he won’t notice.

…Yeah, right.

He’ll definitely notice.

I should probably find some concealer.

Or something.

I just… don’t want him to ask why I was crying.


Read more about Emma here:Ā Emma’s Diary

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Right Person, Wrong Time?

Right Person, Wrong Time?

Right person wrong time love reflection blog post

Maybe it really was a case of the right person at the wrong time. . .

I used to think finding the right person meant finding them at the right time.

But what happens when you find them first…
and life takes them away?

Do you move on?

Do you try to forget?

Do you convince yourself it wasn’t meant to be…
or that you imagined it to begin with?

I tried all of it.

I told myself that if it were real, it would’ve worked the first time.
That love shouldn’t have to wait.

But life doesn’t always work that way.

Sometimes it pulls people apart…
not because they don’t belong together…

but because the timing just wasn’t right yet.

Maybe some people aren’t meant to be found at the right time…

Maybe they’re meant to be found again.

There were other people after that.

Good people.

People who cared about me in ways that felt real at the time.

And I cared about them too.

In different ways.

In different seasons of my life.

I used to think that meant I was moving on.
That I had let go of what came before.

But now I’m starting to understand something I didn’t before.

Moving on doesn’t always mean letting go.

Sometimes it just means… continuing your story.

Maybe love isn’t about finding the right person at the right time…

Maybe it’s about finding them again when the timing finally makes sense.

—E (Emma)

If this resonates with you, you can read more of Emma’s story here:Ā Unfinished Melody – Amazon

Some of these moments are still written in my diaries… Emma’s Diary Archives – WordPress.com