Dear Mr. PostMan

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The night had stretched on well past midnight, and finally, as we made our way back home, I felt a rush of nervous excitement bubbling inside me. I'm going to tell him tonight, I thought, the decision clear in my mind. Tonight, I was going to tell John that I loved him.

"Did you have fun tonight, love?" John asked, holding the door open for me as he took off his wig and mustache, revealing the familiar, disheveled John I adored.

"It was the best night of my life," I replied, twirling inside, the giddy feeling from the evening still swirling around me. I heard John's laughter follow me as I spun around the room.

"Well, I'm glad. It was pretty great for me too," he said with a smile. "Hey, where are you going?"

I felt a playful spark ignite inside me, and before I knew it, I was pointing to the bedroom and running toward it, calling for him to follow me. I could hear John shouting my name as I raced ahead, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Ah, there you are," he said, laughing as he entered the room. "What game are you playing at?"

I gave him a teasing smirk, my heart racing with excitement and a touch of champagne-fueled daring. I grabbed his tie, pulling him closer, and the words I'd been holding inside all night slipped out before I could stop them. "John Winston Lennon, I'm in love with you. I want you."

The smile on his face grew impossibly wider as his eyes softened. "Oh, Anna, I love you too, doll."

Without another word, his lips found mine in a slow, deliberate kiss that sent shivers through me. His kisses moved from my lips to my neck, making my breath catch in my throat as I pulled off his jacket and shirt, my hands trembling slightly in anticipation. He responded by slowly unzipping my dress, letting it fall away, leaving me exposed and vulnerable in front of him. For what felt like an eternity, he stood there, eyes drinking me in as though I were the most precious thing in the world.

"You're so beautiful, Anna," he said, his voice filled with awe. A blush spread across my cheeks, and he kissed me again, this time with a mix of tenderness and raw intensity. The world outside the bedroom seemed to disappear as we moved closer to one another, our bodies intertwining as we lost ourselves in the moment.

Before I knew it, we were both bare, wrapped in each other's embrace as I gave myself fully to him, to John, the man I had come to love more than I ever thought possible.

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, and I woke to find myself curled up in John's arms. As I watched him sleep, a warm, contented feeling settled in my chest. You're so beautiful in your sleep, I thought, gently brushing a strand of hair from his handsome face. Last night had been nothing short of amazing—an experience that words could never truly capture.

I looked around the room, my eyes landing on my dress from the ball, lying discarded on the floor next to John's clothes. A smile tugged at my lips as I thought back on the night. It was perfect. But as my gaze shifted to the Beatle poster on the wall, I realized something odd. I stared at the image for a moment, noticing that John wasn't in the picture.

Puzzled, I leaned in for a closer look, but the realization hit me even harder. John's not in it... at all?

That didn't make sense. I quickly got up and grabbed my robe, the growing sense of confusion spurring me into action. I walked over to my computer, feeling the need to understand what was going on.

Pulling up Google, I typed in "John Lennon," only to find that there was no trace of him. My stomach twisted. There had to be some explanation. So, I tried searching for "The Beatles," hoping for more results. Only one album appeared, and that seemed wrong. There should have been more—so much more.

Before I could close the tabs in frustration, something caught my eye.

"The Beatles were a success until John Lennon mysteriously disappeared. The end of the band came in 1963, with Lennon vanishing without a trace. Brian Epstein said, 'John went on holiday and never came back. I told the rest of the lads that it was unlikely they would succeed without him.' When asked about the matter, Paul McCartney refused to comment. Now, the last remaining Beatle lives a quiet, normal life in London."

My heart dropped as I read the last sentence. What? No... this can't be.

The Beatles didn't make it? How could this be true?

I needed answers. My mind raced, and I quickly searched for Paul McCartney's address. I wrote it down, my hands shaking as I gathered my things, all while trying not to wake John. I couldn't explain it, but something was off, and I needed to understand.

In the kitchen, I called for a taxi, leaving a quick note for John. With one last glance at him, still peacefully sleeping in the bed, I grabbed my coat and headed out the door, determined to get answers from Paul McCartney himself.

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