P.S. I Love You

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

I awoke to a loud banging noise at my door.

"I'm up I'm up you bastard!" I yelled.

"This is the manager"

"Oh"

I shot out of the bed and ran to the door which was open by the time I got to it.

"Um- Paul McCartney is in the lobby for you, should I bring him in your room?"

I nodded.

"Yes, you can bring him up-"

"Okay" he smiled.

The door slammed shut.

"Paul, really-"

"Amelia please! Let me just tell you why you should"

"Paul! No! For the last time!"

"Hey-"

"What Paul?"

He paused for a minute. I could see he wasn't high or under the influence of drugs because his dough like eyes were pure, and innocent. They looked just like they did the day we met. His hair was wet, probably from the rain since he most likely walked here. The raindrops looked like little beads on his hairs and eyelashes. He looked innocent and naive, almost like that little 14 year old who saved me from those bullies. He looked all knowingly like the guy who told me to go to class, after the teddy boys and him ran into the girls bathroom and kicked me out. His eyes looked like they did after we had kissed for the first time and on New Years Eve. He looked sweet and kind like he did when he proposed to me. His persona reminded me of a guy I used to know, the Paul I loved, but he was no longer him.

"Paul-"

"Yes?"

"What happened to you?"

His lips pursed and he folded his arms over his chest.

"Fame. Money. My dream. It ruined me Amelia, you don't think I know that? I hate what I've become!"

I looked at the ground.

"You know the reason I let you leave for L.A? You know the reason I didn't come crawling back for you when you left for New York?"

"I-"

"Because I wanted you to follow your dreams. I had gotten mine, and I wanted you to find yours whether that included me or the kids or not. The reason why?"

"Why Paul?"

"Because I love you, I always have, I always will. You're a special gal. Girls like you don't happen often. I don't care if you don't want to come back to me, I know I've don't stupid things. I can't blame it on drugs and alcohol, It was my decision to do that but please remember one thing. I love you Amelia-"

"Paul-"

"Please let me finish."

I nodded.

"The reason I got mad at you earlier was because I realized you were serious about the divorce. I thought it would blow over-"

Quickly I smashed my lips into his to stop his babbling.

After a few seconds we both pulled away.

"What was the for?" He commented.

"I love you too Paul, I always have-"

"Then why did you leave me?"

"You know me I'm strong willed." I chuckled.

He didn't say anything but smile and look into my eyes.

"I really would love to work this out with you" he grabbed my hand "even if we just stayed friends, but I don't want to be at war with you."

I nodded.

"We need to be close for the kids."

He agreed.

We both paused for a brief second both of us lost in each other's eyes. Paul wiped away the tears threatening to gush from my eyes.

"I really do love you Amelia."

"I really love you too Paul."

We stood there staring at each other for what felt like an eternity.

I woke up to a knock at the door to my lousy motel.

"Paul?"

"Yeah it's me..." He said impatiently.

That couldn't have been a dream. No it was impossible.

"I really umm- I really loved getting to make amends with you last night."

I let out a sigh of relief.

It wasn't a dream.

"Me too, come in."

"I can't really I've got to go record but here."

He slipped an envelope under the door.

"I love you Mel-"

"Wait-"

His footsteps trailed through the hallway.

"What's in here?" I muttered picking up the Manila colored envelope.

I slid my fingers under the flap. A few papers busted out giving me a paper cut.

"Bloody hell!" I mumbled holding my fingers.

After running my fingers under the faucet I got to reading the papers.

There was a letter, a drawing and lyrics to a song.

"Here, There and Everywhere" was the title of the song, soon which I found out was a love ballad for me.

"Oh goodness..." I looked down at the letter. Taped to the letter was our engagement ring.

"Dear Amelia,

After leaving the hotel last night I realized something. I don't want to be friends with you, yes I know that sounds rude but what I mean is, I don't think I can be friends with you. You're my lover and I can't think of not loving you in an intimate way. I guess what I'm asking here in this short letter is for a second chance. For you and I to start again, for the kids sake. I'm going to try as hard as I can to stay of drugs for you and the kids, and I'll be the best husband, friend and father I can be.

So Amelia Jean Witherell McCartney, will you give me a second chance?

Love,

Paul"