It had been almost three years now since you first made love together in the glow of that sunny March afternoon. You and Freddie were so in love these past few of years, every moment felt as though you were falling in love again every second. You didn't know anything could ever feel like that—too right to even be considered slightly cliché. As quiet and shy as he was, he was an ardent lover. You just loved being with him every moment you could and you were still sure to never forget your time together as you still kept each day written down in your notebook—a notebook now so well written in it's now had a few volumes. It all seemed like a lovely blur.

June 19, 1965

Today Freddie and I went down to the river—now Freddie would say it was a river of course, but really it was more of a nearly dry creek. Freddie wasn't one for swimming, but he sure did enjoy showing off how he could balance on the tiniest of stones poking out of the water. It wasn't long before he completely lost his balance and let out the most shrill shriek I think I've ever heard. He nearly dropped the camera in the water! Of course he had to complain the whole way back that I was more concerned with the condition of the camera than his "near death experience". Freddie's the only man I think I'll ever know who thinks he can drown in an inch of water.

September 5, 1965

Freddie's birthday celebration was absolutely fantastic. Let's just let history keep what we enjoyed.

September 21, 1965

Freddie decided it would be fun to invite Patrick and Paul over to the house to hang out and mess around on the piano a bit. Paul brought his guitar and Freddie began to get the idea we could write songs together. He tried to get Patrick to sing along, but Patrick insisted that he could not sing. Freddie of course would not have it, and within no time, Freddie had Patrick, and I—believe it or not—singing along with him and Paul. We had quite a fun afternoon jamming away. Now as I'm writing this, he's laying across the bed from me rattling off about how its about time he form a band of his own. "I am not rattling off, dear! The silly little things you write about me in there, my god, you'd think I'm some sort of camp....oh I don't know...buffoon!" -Freddie, laughing, as he currently analyzes my writings of tonight.

October 8, 1965

Freddie's begun trying to put his own band together. Today I met him and Patrick after school where he insisted that we design a poster to announce auditions for his new band. It ended up just being Patrick that actually worked on the poster as Freddie and I were more preoccupied with each other. Patrick got rather frustrated and told us to either, "fuck off and get a room" or sit quietly and help. We felt bad and didn't want to disappoint Patrick so we stayed and Freddie began sketching on a sheet of paper as I daydreamed out the window. Little did I know that the entire time I was staring out the window, Freddie had been sketching me. Patrick would have been mad, but he thought it was a pretty good representation. Finally by late evening we had made copies of the final poster and went out to post them up in the local colleges and schools. It took a few hours to hang them all up—a few too many, but you know Freddie—and finally we are home where now Freddie is dramatizing his exhaustion from todays oh-so-arduous experience.

November 12, 1965

I had an incredibly long day at work today. It's funny how even back in 1965 the rush of Christmas sales begins quite early. I don't often reminisce on 2017, but this is one of those times where I can't help but feel nostalgia as I remember times where I thought maybe things weren't always the way I had known them. For example, I thought at one point maybe the holiday-crazed mentality of a one day only pre-Christmas sale wouldn't have been as hectic, but after seeing two women practically fight to the death over a handbag even back in 1965, I've changed my mind. I suppose when there's a good sale at the Biba store it makes just about anyone go slightly mad. In other words, today was Freddie's big audition day. He told me he and Patrick had about 40 musicians lined up at the Poly to be auditioned, but just about nothing came out of it. He mentioned there was one guitarist who kind of stood out, "quite an amazing guitarist really". But Freddie thinks for now he's just going to give up on the idea of a band. "It's too early anyway", and he's quite right in that. Who knows who that mystery guitarist was...

February 26, 1966

Freddie and I have just been having the most fabulous time together. It seems like everyday I fall more in love with him. I know it can't last forever, but for now, it seems like forever. Today was Freddie's and my one year anniversary—crazy how time can fly like that! We had the most lovely Sunday afternoon. We went and took a stroll through Hyde park. We didn't have any work or obligations to attend to, so it was just us, the crisp fresh air, and the melting remains of a slight snowfall from a few days prior. It wasn't the warmest afternoon, but it sure had been warmer than it had been for the past three months. The walk through Hyde park of course didn't last long as Freddie and his skinny little body were slowly turning into a popsicle. I found the nearest cafe and we camped out there for the rest of the afternoon. It was a lovely afternoon and one I'll never forget.

May 20, 1966

Today Freddie finally finished up his studies at Isleworth! For his final he painted a depiction of the crucifixion. It had been a rather intense process but he successfully passed with an A and is now quite relieved. He's always been such a talented artist but I must say, what I think really threw his painting over the top was the help of Patrick painting the figures for him. Nonetheless, I still am proud of him. He's already so excited to apply to Ealing. We went out to celebrate with a few of Freddie's friends from school just to say one last goodbye. I myself had had some fun times with them and it was hard to say goodbye, but we sure had a fantastic evening together. We had planned on coming back to the house to hang out, but in the end, I think all of us ended up quite drunk in the end and that ended up not happening. Still, tonight was one of those nights where I feel at home here in the 60s, not so out there.

June 26, 1966

Freddie has now become such a music fanatic that it's completely taking over his life. He's become full-blown obsessed and I love it! One thing has started to become and issue—money. Freddie really didn't make much money at his job, which by the way now he is considering quitting. Today he finally told me that he thinks he can earn a bit extra by being a nude model in evening art classes. And you know what, for £5 a session, that isn't bad. He discussed it with me today so sweetly, it was almost as if he was asking permission from me. He was sure to explain the whole process in full detail, as if there was much detail to be discussed! Anyway, of course I was okay with it. I myself need more money if I am going to be going with him to some of these concerts. I had to miss out on the Floyd show earlier this month with Mark Malden at the Marquee club, but that was more because I couldn't get off work. Either way, I just want to go out and enjoy things with him more. I love when he gets all excited.

July 15, 1966

Oh my gosh! Today was the most fun I'd had in a long while. Freddie and I went and saw The Who! We went to Greenford and saw them in the Starlite Ballroom. It wasn't the largest venue, but boy was it fun! We both felt so alive and by the time they got to playing My Generation both of us were so filled with energy, we felt like we were a part of the show. It was pretty much the first real concert I'd been able to go to as work hasn't been letting me off that easy, but today I managed to actually make it to one. And I'm so happy I did, Freddie and I had the time of our lives.

August 30, 1966

Moving day! I still am so surprised that Chris Smith is letting us stay at his flat with him in Kensington. Freddie had been complaining since the start of the school year, to just about everyone he could tell really, that the commute to and from school was just beginning to get rather exhaustive. Chris was so nice to offer. It's crazy, Freddie and I moving into a flat together with Chris. I thought surely I'd be gone by now, but Freddie loves being with me and I with him. Now we're going to be sharing a small room and I think it's going to be fun. Not only is the commute better for both of us, but now Freddie's in the heart of the art scene and I think he's going to be much happier. Moving wasn't too difficult today, the only real struggle was the piano. Bomi and Jer continually tried to persuade Freddie to leave the piano, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, and I'm glad he didn't. The move was quite a hassle, but well worth it—even if it does take up a large majority of the front room. Chris's one rule was that we don't play it at night, but besides that, he's been so wonderful to take us in. We couldn't be more thankful.

October 8, 1966

Freddie's studies in fashion design sure have been taking toll on him lately. Today was not necessarily the best day. He was rather stressed all day and was very short with just about everyone. I tried not to take it personally, but we did get in our arguments. They weren't about anything in particular, but things got quite heated. That heat transferred elsewhere and we managed to relieve the tension. That actually managed to get Freddie out of his 'writer's block' he had been stuck in. Suddenly he had the perfect design in mind and has been sketching and re-sketching it out all evening. So far, it's looked like a lovely design but with every new version it morphs and changes. He really has an eye for fashion. He shouldn't stress himself out so much, he's quite talented.

December 10, 1966

Today Freddie and I went back to Isleworth one last time for the Christmas dance. Cream was going to be playing and Freddie couldn't miss out on a good show, so of course he had to play the alumni card. It was a rather fun event. We both got all dressed up, but not too dressy. It was great to hear another live performance. Our attendance at live shows has been a lot more scarce lately. Freddie managed to make it feel like the movie moment I had always wanted when I was younger. Back in the future, I had always wanted a movie-like moment where you're just dancing in the arms of someone you love as a slow song plays and all the world around you, in a way, ceases to exist. Freddie tonight just took me in his arms and gave me the fantasy moment I had always wanted, it's funny how life can sometimes make things fall perfectly into place. Tonight I think was more memorable also as we both just held each moment together, there wasn't any rush to go anywhere or be anywhere and there wasn't any intoxication of either drinks or even lust—it was just the two of us dancing with our coinciding nostalgias.

January 11, 1967

What a day! Freddie has now become completely obsessed with Jimi Hendrix. Today Freddie and I finally saw him in person. Freddie insisted on getting a whole wardrobe specifically for the evening and bought himself and RAF greatcoat to wear. He looked...quite eccentric, haha, more than that, he looked adorable. (He's now attempting to argue with me on that statement, he wanted to look as presentable and fashionable as possible). We went with Mark down to Bag O' Nails and we managed to get right up front where Freddie's eyes lit up brighter than I'd ever seen them. He was completely enthralled! Mark and I thought Hendrix was rather interesting, but Freddie completely idolized the man. The whole way back from the show, all Freddie would talk about is wanting to see him again and as much as possible. Even now he's just dangling his feet off the edge of the bed and raving about Hendrix like a little schoolgirl. "Hendrix—the ultimate rock god! Ah, a scientist of sound, no less!" -Freddie currently as he has now jumped off the bed and is beginning to dance around the room. He is completely obsessed. Oh, Freddie.

March 3, 1967

As of today, Freddie's Hendrix obsession had actually become a problem with school. He was actually threatened expulsion today from Ealing due to his poor attendance record. I should have kept a better eye on him. Maybe going to fourteen different Hendrix gigs in a row should have been a sign I should have said something. But he just has so much fun going! I will say though, it has also kind of effected my work performance. I mean, I don't go to every show with Freddie, but still, I have had something said to me about it. Anyway, I think now he's kind of realized he needs to be a little more focused. Asking Freddie to be focused, what a difficult task. He's told me he's thinking of switching into the graphics course instead. I almost wonder if going to all those shows was his way of taking his time to figure out what he wanted to do with this life. Either way, I'm here to support him. We haven't done too much together lately and I kind of miss it, maybe now we can do more together.

June 23, 1967

Summer so far has just been so lovely. It's been warm out and the sun has shined just about everyday, but today, I think, it was by far the brightest. It wasn't like any aspect of today was all that significant. We did our usual stroll down Kensington High Street looking at all the shops and made our way over to Hyde Park where we sat on a bench watching the ducks swim across the pond. It had been quite hot out so we both took refuge under a small tree. We lay there for an hour or so and headed back to the flat. This had always been our usual excursion but I think today I just felt more in the moment. Every aspect of it felt so picturesque. I just couldn't forget any moment. Freddie always manages to make life so much better. On our way back, we heard Till There Was You playing in a shop and for the rest of the way home Freddie sung the melody so sweetly as he strolled down the street with a musicality similar to his singsong. I think that song described today rather well.

August 13, 1967.

You wrote the date down at the top of the page. Today is going to be hard.

Freddie starts his next year of Ealing in a week from tomorrow and this time he will be in the graphics course and his life is going to start moving forward quicker from here. The problem is...you're still here. This is the year he is supposed to meet Tim Staffel and Rosemary Pearson. He and Rosemary are supposed to be lovers for the next two years. If they aren't you probably will have messed up history. You're positive making sure Freddie's and Tim's friendship happens shouldn't be too much of a problem, but his relationship with Rosemary is going to be quite the obstacle.

You and Freddie were still so much in love. You also had no where to go. You might have enough money to rent some small place, but it would barely be enough to cover even sharing a flat. You didn't know what you were going to do, but whatever you had to do...you had to do it soon.