You Really Got A Hold On Me

All My Loving

As much as I didn’t want to leave Paul I knew I would have to get home soon. Being in Strawberry Fields with Paul was surreal. Things like this didn’t happen to girls like me – heck I’d never even had a boyfriend before. My inexperience worried me sometimes.

This date with Paul was more than the feeling you get when you’re dreaming. It was more than that because even my dreams weren’t like this. I felt that we were the only two people on Earth, like the rest of the world was irrelevant. I felt as though I was floating among the clouds – where all my troubles and worries were so small I had trouble seeing them.

“Here we are” Paul said, interrupting my thoughts. We had reached the end of Strawberry Fields with the gate before us.

Paul let go of my hand to push the heavy gate open and I followed him through.

“Which way is your house?” he asked

“Just down that way” I said pointing. It was only a couple of streets away.

As we walked down the street and passed under the lampposts, Paul’s greased hair glistened again. He must go through tub-fulls I thought to myself. The soft glow of the bulbs seemed to illuminate him almost in a god-like way.

“I like the neighbourhood” Paul spoke up.

“Me too” I answered. It was fairly quiet and peaceful.

“I live only about ten minutes away y’know.”

“Really?” I looked at him.

“You’ll have to come round sometime… you could hear the song I wrote for you.”

I had almost forgotten about his song.

“I’d like that” I smiled, “how does it go? Could you hum it?” I asked, intrigued and feeling slightly braver.

“Oh it’s much better with my guitar” he said, “but if you insist I’ll sing you a line or two but not all of it, I want it be a surprise.

“Okay” I said happily.

“Err, errm” Paul cleared his throat, and started to softly sing.

“I’ve just seen a face I can’t forget the time or place where we just met,

She’s just the girl for me and I want all the world to see we’ve met” he finished with a hum.

 I struggled to find words in my head. I felt speechless. His voice was soft and light, comforting and silky. It was as if god had just dropped him out of heaven for he had the voice of an angel. It was unlike anything I had ever heard. How could a voice so gentle possibly scream out Little Richard numbers like Paul had described when talking about the band. Perhaps I would find out later down the line if Paul decided I wasn’t too boring for him.

“That was…” I stopped for lack of words.

“You hated it didn’t you?” Paul said, covering his face with his free hand.

“No! It was…beautiful” I said. He looked relieved.

“Really?” he asked.
“Yes, I loved it.” he smiled at me, “you really wrote that about me?” I asked still in disbelief.

“Certainly” he said confidently “I guess I just really like you.”

I guess you do, I thought to myself. I decided to give Paul a hint of I felt as I found the courage to say:

“I like you too.”

Paul smiled widely, clearly happy with what I had said as he once again wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I loved the feeling of security Paul gave me.