Dear Mr. PostMan

The kiss

Once we got back to the flat, John immediately flopped onto the couch and started strumming his guitar. Figures, leave me with all these groceries and your clothes, John, I thought, shaking my head. As I started to put the groceries away, I could hear the beginning notes of P.S. I Love You drifting over from the couch.

"As I write this letter, send my love to you, remember that I'll always be in love with you, treasure these few words till we're together, keep all my love forever," John sang, his voice steady and warm. I hummed along, smiling to myself, as the song seemed to sum up everything I was feeling about John in this moment.

"P.S. I love you, you, you, you, I'll be coming home again to you, love, and 'til the day I do love, P.S. I love you, you, you, you," I sang, until something caught my eye. There was something on the floor near Jack's bed. I bent down to pick it up and realised it was a letter. And it had my name on it.

"Why'd you stop, love? You've got a lovely voice," John said, walking over to me, his guitar still slung across his lap.

I held the letter up. "Ah, I was wondering where that went," John said, pointing at it.

"What do you mean, John?" I asked, the surprise clearly showing on my face.

"When you ended the phone call the other day, well... let's just say I got a bit angry at the phone, ended up smashing it," John said, a sheepish grin creeping onto his face. "Actually, it was Paul who told me I should write down just how much I care about you."

As John brushed my hair away, those sparks from the other day returned, his fingers lingering on my cheek for just a second longer than usual.

"Anyway," he continued, "I was walking through London, trying to clear me head, when I saw something that reminded me of you."

He took the letter from my hand, slowly opened it up, and pulled out the most beautiful golden heart-shaped locket, a tiny diamond sparkling in the corner. My hands flew to my mouth, shocked at how perfect it was. I couldn't believe it—John had gotten me something from the past. Something real, something I'd never expected.

"Oh, John, it's lovely. I love it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, as I stared at the locket, feeling my heart race.

John smiled, his eyes twinkling with that familiar mischievous spark. "May I?" he asked, holding up the necklace. I nodded, barely able to keep the excitement from my face.

Slowly, John wrapped the locket around my neck, letting it settle on my chest. As his hands brushed against my skin, our eyes locked, and I could feel us slowly drawing closer. Our bodies were nearly touching, our lips so close, but still just out of reach. Oh God, why do I wanna feel your lips on mine? Why are you so bloody handsome, John Lennon?

I could feel my breath catch in my throat as I took in air from him, and he did the same from me. Then, as if by some magical force, our lips met. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt. It was like fireworks exploding, a burst of heat that burned and cooled all at once. It was perfect, incredible, and everything I'd ever wanted.

But as quickly as it started, the kiss ended, and we pulled back, just a couple of inches apart. We stood there, staring at each other. Neither of us said anything, but somehow we said everything in that silence. In that moment, I realised I was falling for John. And as wonderful as it was, it was the most terrifying feeling of my life.

We stayed there for a moment, neither of us moving, just staring into each other's eyes. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could still feel the heat of the kiss lingering on my lips, as if it had been permanently etched there. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come. What do you even say after a moment like that?

John, as always, was the first to break the silence. He smiled, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, and his eyes softened. "You know, I'm starting to think that maybe the future's not so bad after all."

I let out a nervous laugh, still trying to regain my bearings. "You're saying that now, John. But wait until you see more of it. You might change your mind."

He grinned and leaned in closer, his breath warm against my cheek. "I don't think I will, love. Not if it means I get to spend it with you."

His words made my heart flutter, and I couldn't help but smile back, unable to stop myself. Why does he always have to do that? I thought. Make me feel like I'm the only person in the world.

John gently cupped my face with his hand again, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "I know you're worried about all this, love," he said softly. "But whatever happens, I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere."

I felt my breath catch in my throat, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I wasn't sure if I was ready for what came next, but at that moment, I didn't care. I didn't care because John was right there, and maybe—just maybe—this was where I was meant to be all along.

"Neither am I," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

He smiled, leaning down to kiss me again, but this time, it was gentler, as if we both knew that whatever was coming next, we were in it together.

As we pulled away, the warmth between us still burned, and my heart was racing. For the first time in forever, I felt a little out of control. John's smile was soft, almost tender, and he looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and affection.

"Everything alright, love?" he asked, his thumb brushing across my cheek.

I nodded, but then, feeling braver than I ever had before, I blurted out, "That was my first kiss."

John raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing across his lips. "What do you mean, love? I thought you'd had loads of blokes kissing you by now."

I shook my head, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "No...no one, really. I mean, I've never—well, I've never kissed anyone before you."

John's expression softened instantly. There was something warm in his eyes, protective almost. He gently cupped my face again, his thumb tracing my jaw. "Well, I've gotta say, love, I'm bloody honored. No one else should've been the first but me."

My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but smile. "I guess... I guess I'm lucky then," I said, looking up at him.

"You are," he replied, leaning in a bit closer, his forehead resting lightly against mine. "Because I'm not going anywhere, Anna. I've wanted this—wanted you—for a long time now. So I'm not letting you go, alright?"

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with excitement and uncertainty. "John, I don't know what this is, but... I know that it's something real. And it's scary."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against my lips. "Life's bloody scary, love. But sometimes, you've just got to jump, right?"

Before I could respond, he kissed me again—this time more slowly, more reverently, as if he was savoring the moment. And I let him. Let myself get lost in the warmth, in the feeling that I couldn't quite explain but knew, deep down, was already pulling me closer to him.

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