we didn't make out, or do anything. i just remember, i was lonely.

it was 1966 and you and john were drunk. it was the last show of your tour and frankly, each of the beatles were exhausted. john seemed as if he were holding something in the entire tour. that was evident in the way he would drunkenly sign his name. 'john mccartney'. eventually, the two of you had made it back to the hotel room you had to share, and after stumbling around for a good while, you found yourselves cuddling up to eachother on the hotel rooms gross, dusty couch. it was silent for a good moment. not an awkward silence, a silence that spoke volumes.

"christ, paul... i love you. so much. ya don't get it, do ya?" he was drunk. it was a bit difficult to understand him, but his words made so much sense all at once.

'i love you'.