Thinking about when we first met made me breakdown and bawl like a baby. I did this too, right after John died. I locked myself away from everyone, Linda, everyone. It's been nearly 45 years since my best friend past away. I started thinking about the time when we first got romantic towards each other. I laughed at the memory.
We were in my room trying to write songs. It was a cold day, when it's cold we stay in either my room or his, usually mine since john can't stand his aunt mimi! I try to convince him that she is just trying to do what's best for him but he's convinced that she's evil. So far we had nothing. No words, no tune, not even an idea! He was on the floor and I, on the bed. We were trying to be quiet and think but every so often, just when I thought I had an idea he'd yell or do something to completely distract me. "Bloody hell Lennon!" I'd yell and he just laughed, so hard he had to hold his stomach. Then it'd be quiet. He started to stare at me. I felt uncomfortable. "Bloody hell is there something on my face!" I said finally. "No." Was all he said. He didn't stop staring. "Okay Lennon I give, why are you staring?"
"Cause you have beautiful eyes."
I blushed.
"Has a bird ever told ya that before Macca?"
"No." Was all that managed to escape from my mouth.
"Well their blind cause that's the first thing I noticed about you. Your eyes. They truly are beautiful."
"Their just like a hazel color."
"No, no Macca their truly beautiful." He crawled over on his hands and knees and got closer to my eyes.
"Their kinda like the earth. The way the brown and green kinda swirl together. It's really beautiful. Don't let anyone ever tell you anything different. Okay Macca?"
I was starstruck. Nobody's ever really told me anything like that before.
"Okay Lennon." I smiled.
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