I didn't know we had feelings for each other then but that's when I really felt them. But our life together wasn't really romantic I mean of course we really did love, love each other but we were inseparable mates. I mean the beginning of our friendship really was the most romantic. It really began when johns mother passed away.
I hadn't seen john for awhile. I know his mother died but I wanted to know where he was so I could comfort him. Be there for him. Hold him in my arms. After a few days I decided to go to strawberry fields. John and I loved to go there. We would write most of our songs there. I took my guitar and I found him sitting on his butt with his hands on his face, crying? It was strange since I'd never seen him cry before. I walked up so he could see me coming. He didn't look up though. "John?" John looked up at me slowly. "What do you want Macca?!" He said sharply wiping his eyes.
"I wanted to be here to comfort you." Johns face softened. "Well I'm glad you came Macca.. I need you. More than anyone." I suddenly felt right being there. "Want me to play for you?" John looked confused. "Whatever Macca." I started playing a soft song my mother used to sing to me. He stopped crying and stared at the ground. "I've never seen you cry before." I regretted the words as soon as they escaped my mouth. "What McCartney? Do you just not think i cry? I have feelings too! I'm sick and tired of everyone thinking I'm some stupid bastard who doesn't have feelings." John caught his breath and looked away. I walked up to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Paul?" He still didn't look at me. "Yes john?" He turned to look at me and brought me close. "I love you." He said whispering against my lips and then we were kissing. His lips were like something I've never tasted before. It was special, amazing, I was in love with john.
We only pulled away for two reasons, air, and we were afraid of someone spotting us. "Wow your much better than a bird Macca." I laughed. We calmed down a bit after that. John was never the same though. I couldn't decide if he had become a softer or tougher person. In a way, I think he had become both. It wasn't until hamburg that we kinda started getting romantic again. We insisted on sharing beds, the lads never questioned luckily. We would often spoon. He'd run his hands through my hair. Kissing my bare back every so often. Then other times id face him and we would kiss and talk about the future. "Your my everything Macca." He'd whisper to me every night. "You never leave me, everyone else I love does. You don't. And I love you."
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