I couldn’t answer, I was just speechless. What is happening right now? I don’t know, I thought. Do I care to know? Nope. I was kissing Paul McCartney, the one and only Paul I dreamed about my entire life. Yet he wasn’t just another famous guy, I know that if I kissed John I would have blushed but I might have not felt this type of emotion.

   Okay now, kissing John must feel awesome and you know it.

   Inner voice, you’re such a fangirl. I like John in a ridiculous platonic way; I wouldn't ever try to kiss him, shut up.

  I bit both of my lips and held myself from kissing Paul again as I kept on staring at his lips that looked like their job wasn’t at all finished yet.

  Neither of us said a thing for some seconds. I had my hands in his hair and Paul had lifted one of his up to my cheek, to caress it. Our foreheads were pressed together and I wish that moment could be infinite.

  We just stood there looking into each other’s eyes; as if without talking we could learn everything about the other. I felt like I was allowing Paul to look at me naked by the way his eyes were fixed on mine, reading every chapter of my life. As if I could tell him any secret. We knew each other entirely for those few moments.

  “I feel as if I'm drowning in you, Lizzy,” he finally said “like, if you were an alcoholic drink I’d be so drunk right now, y’ know.” 

  I linked both of our lips together again, I couldn’t pronounce anything right now but I guess I could still kiss.

  Paul reacted just in the same way. That kiss was a long and lasting one, though it was so soft and tender that in a moment it seemed like our lips were welded together.

  It seemed like ages till Paul broke us apart and with his eyes closed, rested his forehead against mine again. “I could be here all night,” he whispered to me.

  I opened my eyes and saw his nice lips arched in a green, he looked happy, as I was.

  “So would I.” 

  “There’s that beautiful sound again, did you hear it Lizzy?” I couldn’t help to giggle.

  “There it is again,” he said in an amazed tone, “I could listen to that sound forever, Liz.” I was again speechless. I was a wreck inside and in that moment, I preferred just to listen to what Paul had to comment.

  Paul turned to his right and looked at the moon, “hey, look Liz: it's the moon!”

  No shit Sherlock.

  “I see,” I answered, laughing at my inner voice.

  “It is so beautiful, as if it were longing to be seen.”

  Paul looked like he was thinking something. Then he looked at me again and said, “hold on, don’t move okay?”

  I looked at him wondering what was he planning “alright…”

  When Paul stood up and left, I felt so cold. I was already missing him. I couldn’t believe myself being so dependent on somebody.

  A minute later Paul had come back and he brought with him some pillows and sheets and I also saw he brought a guitar with him. “Here, this will keep us warm,” he lent me the sheets.

  After we got ourselves comfortable, Paul took his guitar and after trying some chords he told me, “so this one is usually sang by John,  but I guess he won’t mind if I steal it for today,” he said with a wink, showing a toothy smile. 

  He began to sing one of my favourites, but unlike John, he started the first bit softer.

   Mr. Moonlight 

  You came to me 

  one summer night, he started at first looking at the moon, then back at me. 

  And from your beam you made my dream 

  And from the world you sent my girl, it was the first time I saw Paul blushing.  

  And from above you sent us love 

  And now she is mine 

  I think you're fine 

  'cause we love you

  Mr. Moonlight 

  I spent the evening listening to Paul play, amazed by his sweet voice. He had the nicest voice on earth, not that I just noticed that in that moment, 'cause I’d listen to their records every day, but that night there was something special when I heard him play for me. 

  After a while, he left his guitar and cuddled with me under the moonlight. He had his hands around my waist and I was resting my head in his chest, I couldn’t have felt any better.

  “Paul, can I ask you something?” 

  “Anything,” he looked at me.

  “What did you and George talk about this morning? And don’t tell me it was music stuff 'cause I’mma hit you, really.”

  Paul sighed and answered me, “I ... kind of asked him if something was going on between you two, and.. if I could ask you out without having him hating me and stuff.”

  “Ask me out?”

  “Urm yeh, that’s what I wanted to do tonight.”

  “Okay,” I said softly with a small grin, though so much stuff was going on inside me in that moment.

  “So.. Liz?”

  “Yeh?” I looked at him with pure joy dripping from my eyes.

  “Would you be me bird?” he asked me with a thick Liverpudlian accent while entangling his finger with mine.

  “Yes!” I answered him with a giggle.

  He embraced me again in another everlasting kiss and I don’t remember very well how it ended, 'cause I fell asleep in the middle of it. Must have been 'cause of all the emotions going on inside me.