Lonely People

I Long For Yesterday

There was a time when I didn't believe in love. The only love I had seen was between my parents, and they hated each other. I'd seen both of my brothers go through girlfriends like most people go through toilet paper. I never believed in love, true love, until I met Molly Mackenzie.

Molly taught me many things. She taught me that sometimes it's better to hold your tongue, or that fighting isn't everything. She taught me never to give up and to always have hope. Most of all, she taught me that love was real.

I've written many silly little love songs, as have all of my mates. The entire world craves love song after love song because that music tells them about something they don't believe exists. Love is something so monumentally beautiful, you can't understand it until you feel it yourself. No amount of love songs can tell you what love feels like, but they can get close. 

Love is real, I know that now. Every moment I spend with Molly proves to me that love exists. Love is not possession, love is not clinginess. Love is knowing you can be separated from that person for long periods of time and still come back together in the end. Separation is nothing against love, even when the two people are separated by planes of existence.

Molly taught me that too.

I would be nowhere if it weren't for Molly. I'd still be sitting in that shower after leaving the band that meant the world to me, sulking in my own self-pity. Revolution wouldn't exist without Molly. I would be an old maid if it weren't for her. She had given me so much, done so much for me, and I loved her more than anything.

A knock on the door caused me to look up from Vera. The little girl was on her back, holding Applebaum close to her chest and babbling her own little song. I stood and moved to the door.

""Ello Johnny, Cyn," I grinned.

John tipped his head. Julian rushed forward and clung to my legs, giggling the entire time. I quickly ducked down and picked him up, "'Ello, Jules."

"Happy birthday, Auntie Melly!" Julian shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Julian, dear," Cynthia winced, "Please, use your inside voice."

"Sorry Mummy."

John cackled, "Kids got a great set of lungs on him."

"I can see that, just like his Dad," I winked.

John laughed. I set Julian down and allowed the family of three to step into the flat. Immediately, Cynthia went to kneel by Vera. She beamed at the baby just like the mother she was. Julian came up behind her and looked curiously at the babbling little child. 

"Happy birthday, Mel," John clapped my back, "Need me to get your walker?"

I pushed him off, "Aw, bugger off, John. You forget, you're three years older than me."

"I'm old and wise, you're just old."

The two of us laughed. John went to sit by his wife and child, all three watching Vera sing her tiny song. I shook my head and smiled.

John had come to pick Molly, Vera, and I up for a birthday dinner. Ringo and Maureen were otherwise occupied, but Paul, Jane, Brian, Linda, and Ellen were going to be there. George and Pattie might show up as well, it depends on how long Pattie's photo shoot takes. They had all insisted that I needed some form of birthday celebration even though I wanted nothing of the sort. Molly and Paul were especially determined, it was them who arranged this birthday dinner behind my back. I simply went along with it to make them happy. Deep down, a tiny part of me was excited. I enjoyed having all of my mates together in one place. Lately, as our lives got busier and our schedules stricter, it seemed as if we barely saw one another.