Paul Mccartney Imagines

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In 1963, life was rushing by for Paul McCartney, swept up in the whirlwind of Beatlemania. But amidst the screaming fans, the flashing cameras, and the endless tour schedules, he couldn't shake thoughts of you. The two of you had shared something intense and irreplaceable. The breakup had been inevitable, or at least that's what you both had said. Paul's schedule, the pressure of fame, and the weight of his dreams pulled you apart, but deep down, he had hoped you might still think of him — the Paul who was your Paul before everything else got in the way.

After the breakup, he thought of you at the oddest times: during quiet moments backstage, in the early morning hours when he couldn't sleep, even in the middle of a crowd. When the quiet nostalgia crept into the lyrics, it came pouring out in these moments. Late one night, strumming his guitar in an empty room, he captured the words that seemed to haunt him:

When you're out with your friends,
And you hear someone with the same name,
When it's 2 a.m.
And you're eatin' takeout, wishing I came...

He could picture it, almost as though he were there with you. He knew how much you loved those late nights when the city felt empty, just the two of you laughing over something silly. As he played, he wondered if you felt the same pangs of memory, if these small moments would bring him back to you.

When you watch that show,
You keep starting in the same place
Because you fall asleep before it's done...

Paul grinned, remembering how many times you'd tried to get through that series but ended up curling up beside him, fast asleep. He used to tease you for never making it past the first half of any episode.

The lyrics he scribbled came to life, revealing his heart in ways he'd never been able to when you were together. It was as if the words were spilling out, capturing all the memories and all the what-ifs he couldn't shake. With each line, he felt closer to you.

What do you think of us?
Does it take you back?
To another life?
We were intertwined
'Til we came undone...

The night was slipping by, but Paul barely noticed. The song grew as he poured himself into it, capturing the bittersweet ache of your love, now left behind. He wished he could tell you, face to face, how much he missed you, how he often found himself thinking of you, feeling like you were right there, just a memory away.

Remember why you used to
Love me, love me
Remember how you used to
Care about me
Remember when you used to
Hold me in the dark side of the mornin'
Now the only thing I'm holdin' is on...

With the song nearly complete, he sat back, feeling as if he'd finally managed to put into words all the emotions buried since you'd gone. A small part of him wondered if he would ever get to play it for you if you might one day hear it and remember why you once loved him.

And though he'd never know it, that song did reach you. When you first heard it play on the radio, you couldn't believe it, hearing his voice speak to you through each verse as if he'd been beside you all along. You could feel every memory, every moment he'd woven into the song, and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself remember why you used to love him.