What are you?"Paul?"
"What are you?"
"What are you?"
"Well, John, I'm a human being, in case you haven't noticed, and I'm a-"
"No, no. Idiot. I mean, what are you?"
"I'm not following ya, darling."
"Well, okay, put it this way; are you my boyfriend? 'Cause that sounds bloody stupid."
"Err, I don't know, Johnny. You decide?"
"Hm Seeing as I'm in love with you 'n all, I suppose that qualifies you to being more than just me best mate, or 'some guy I occasionally shag'."
"You're most welcome."
"So, what am I then?"
"That's what I don't know!"
"How about... Lover?"
"Pfft. What are you, a girl?"
"No, I was thinking more like... Lover boy."
"Are you giving me your bedroom eyes, Paul?"
"Why, yes, I think I am."
"Well, stop it, they're distracting me. I'm trying to think here."
"It's hard, y'know."
"Well, let's just settle for boyfriend, then?"
"Do you want to be 'that guy I threw off the bloody balcony'?"
"Fucking hell, I was just kidd
"Thanks," Paul said shortly, preoccupied with the pen and paper on the table in front of him, though he couldn't really help but letting a smile spread slightly over his lips.
"I'm drunk." John almost sounded surprised, as if this fact just occurred to him.
"How much did I drink?"
"I dunno. An ocean, probably."
John started giggling so hysterically he rolled off the bed with a loud thump. A moment's silence followed, then John said again as he sat himself up on the carpeted floor;
"Mhm?" the younger man answered, having barely noticed John's little accident.
"You're really pretty."
"You too, Johnny."
"I'm in love with you, Paul."
A warm feeling managed to cut through his focus at this, filling him up and causing a smile to sneak into his features once again, but not being drawn from his current occupation enough to think of a proper response, Paul just answered;
John fell silent again and the scratching sound of p
Only fools rush inTake my hand
His hand lay only an inch away from his own, John could feel the warmth radiating from it and as the idea flew through his mind he was washed over by an unbelievable rush, a tingling spreading throughout his entire body, from the mere thought of reaching out the small distance to feel the soft skin. Along with a nervous flutter, that was, causing him to tremble slightly despite his attempts to hide his insecurity, as he tried to decide whether he dared or not.
When he felt Paul's hand stir almost imperceptibly beside and he suddenly realized he was already entwining his own fingers with Paul's, however, he found that the answer to his question was that he had no reason to doubt. John didn't look up to meet his eyes but he could feel them burning, felt the smile on the younger man's lips as he grasped John's hand tightly, sending shivers and waves of joy across him. Oh, what a simple thing such as holding hands could do to a man. Although after all it wasn't that str
Can't stop thinking about last night. Or rather, can't stop thinking about you.
It's crazy, really, but that's the way it is, right? At least I hope this is the way it is now. If not, let me know and I'll stop putting creepy notes in your pocket.
Didn't want to wake you up. I hope you're sleeping well and dreaming lots of lovely dream inside that pretty little head of yours. Perhaps about me. Better be about me. No, just kidding. I slept very well indeed anyway (always do beside you)
I'll see you later today and I'll think about you every second until then.
I just wanted to let you know that you, yes you, make me a very happy man. And I hope that I make you happy as well. And if that is the case, that you'll let me keep making you happy.
You've got me all warm and tingly and I hope you don't mind me saying that I'm falling pretty helplessly for you.
Oh, and you're beautiful.
Whilst the Beatles had always been marketed as a heterosexual group - in contrast with the Stones, whose image was androgynous - they were sympathetic to the homosexual population. Lennon himself was alleged to have had affairs with both men and women, and although he never openly admitted it to me, his condemnation of Britain as a land which feeds on a homosexual subsculture persuades me at this late stage that he was speaking from experience. I am sure that the break-up of the Beatles, or, more specifically, of John and Paul, must have been more traumatic than any of us suspect.
(Source: Sandra Shevey, The Other Side of Lennon)
As mild and oblique as the comment was [Paul's "You took your lucky break and broke it in two" line from "Too Many People"], it seemed to cut John to the heart. On top of the questionnaire inside the McCartney album and the lawsuit, it was like the tipping point between a divorcing couple that turns love into savage, no-holds-barred hostility. Indeed, John's w