When May 9th finally arrived, I drove to Liverpool and went to meet John at 251 Menlove Avenue, it was his childhood home address that he told me to meet him there and he gave me directions during our phone conversation last night. Liverpool looked beautiful for a big city as I drove around to find the address while getting the chance to explore. Finally, I found the address as I drove to Woolton and saw a man standing in front of the gates. He was wearing a fedora, a coat, glasses and had a mustache on his face. I wasn't sure who he was. But then I remembered that John did mention about having to disguise himself to avoid being recognized by the fans. So while I did suspect that it could be John, I had to make sure that it's him. I got out of the car and approached him, I immediately knew it was John when I got a closer look.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a friend of mine. His name is John." I said, deciding to play along with his disguise.

"Well, you found him, my dear." He said as he removed his fake mustache.

"You almost fooled me thinking that you were somebody else, But I had a feeling that it was you. I noticed that you're wearing glasses, which look like the kind that Buddy Holly wears. What's it like wearing them?" I asked.

"Don't really like wearing them, but I have to because I'm nearsighted. I can still see without them, but not from a distance. I didn't wanna wear them today, but I had to as part of my disguise." he said.

"I actually like them on you, you look really cute wearing them. You remind me of Buddy Holly too." I said, which was true because I liked Buddy Holly and it's nice to see someone wearing glasses like he used to wear."

"Why, thank you. You're the first girl who's ever said that to me." he said with a smile.

I smiled back at him, knowing that I probably made him feel better for complimenting his glasses. We turned to face the house in front of us.

"Is this where you used to live growing up?" I asked.

"Yeah, I lived there with my aunt and uncle growing up. It's only my aunt now, I told her a lot about you." he said.

"How much does she know?"

"That we're just friends getting to know each other. Don't worry, I'm sure she'll like you. Come on." he said as he took my hand when we walked towards the house.

As he knocked on the front door, I couldn't help but admire as I looked at the house. It looked so beautiful, John had to be lucky to grow up in a house like this. I was broken out of my thoughts when the door opened.

"Hello, Mimi." he said. I was a little bit nervous when I saw his aunt. She looked stern and yet she also showed a bit of kindness within her from the moment she stepped out to greet us.

"Hello, John. It's good to see you." she hugs John before she turns to face me. "And you must be Mary Elizabeth, it's very nice to meet you. How do you do?"

"I'm doing very well, ma'am. Thank you." I replied as we shook hands.

"Come in, both of you. I'll make some tea." she said as she invited us in.

John and I sat down in the sitting room as Mimi was in the kitchen making tea for us. While we waited, we took the time to talk about how the Beatles came to be.

"The Beatles used to be called the Quarrymen?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was a former name we had before we changed it to the Beatles in 1960. In the beginning, it was just me and my mates from school. Then Paul came first and George was next to follow. As time went by, other bandmates came and went. Except for Paul and George, they stayed. I even invited another mate of mine named Stuart to play bass guitar for the band. He was the one who helped me come up with the Beatles." he said.

"Really? That was a lot of fun to hear about how the Beatles were formed, and how you met Paul and George. How did Ringo join?"

"He joined the band after our former drummer, Pete, was fired. Our record producer complained about him during our first recording section because he didn't have the rhythm that the band really needed, so we got rid of Pete and replaced him with Ringo. Lot of fans got angry about him replacing Pete at the beginning, but things settled down and they grew to love him."

I was gonna ask him about Stuart since he never mentioned him before. When I heard the tea kettle whistle, I decided to wait on that question since tea was ready. I was enjoying listening to the story about how the Beatles came to be, but it gave me a lot of questions that I wanted to know the answers to. But that would have to wait until later as Mimi walked into the sitting room with our tea.

"So, Mary Elizabeth. Why don't you tell me more about yourself? John mentioned that you used to live in America for seventeen years before you came to England." said Mimi.

"That is true, I never really left the country for all my life until I was almost 18. I did dream about wanting to travel across the world when I grow up, but I was afraid of leaving my dad alone. So I told myself to stay in Maine to be there for him. But we did talk about going to London to see my mother and her family on my birthday before he died. My father and I were always very close since he was always there for me and he taught me a lot of things."

"You're very lucky to have a father who raised you well, you do have a caring heart and have more wisdom than most girls around your age." she said.

"Thank you, ma'am. He was the only family I had in America, so I felt obligated to stay with him."

It was true, other family members from my father's side of the family sadly passed over the years. So it was just me and my father until he died. And now, I have no other relatives in America. The only relatives that I have are in England. But my father always reminded me that no matter what, you are not truly alone. And I know that he's right because it was John that actually made me feel not truly alone because he made me feel a lot of happiness ever since the night we met.

After enjoying some tea, we left the house to explore Liverpool together. We enjoyed driving around town in my car. He was actually impressed by how well I've managed to drive around England after learning how to drive in America first. We went to Crosby Beach to enjoy the breeze and I was happy to smell the sea again. I missed it so much after leaving Maine behind.

"When I told Amelia that I was going to Liverpool to meet you, she suggested this place and gave me directions. She's been there before and told me that it's great to enjoy the breeze while watching the waves." I said as we sat on the sand.

"Your aunt seemed nice, but I can't help but feel like she doesn't seem to like me that much."

"Don't mind her, that's just how she is. She always thought that no other girl would be good enough for me, she always says that about other girls I used to date." said John.

"That's unfair of her to say. Any girl can be good enough for someone like you, just have to be someone who would truly love you and always be here for you. No matter what." I said.

He gave a little smile afterward, I might've cheered him up a bit upon saying that. People say that for a young girl like me, I have a bit of wisdom within me. I learned a lot of wisdom from my father whom I would say has so much more wisdom than me.

"What was it like living in America with your dad for 17 years?" he asked.

"It was peaceful and had a good life. He taught me a lot of things, like staying strong and positive when things get sad or worse. Like I'm trying very hard lately after leaving my old home." I said as I started to feel a bit of sadness. I didn't even realize that there was a stray tear drop on my face until he wiped it off with his finger.

"Thank you, I'm sorry about that. It's hard to be happy all the time when dealing with something new like losing someone close to you."

"Don't apologize, love. I know how you feel. I've gone through that before after losing my uncle, my mother and Stuart."

"Who's Stuart?" I asked as I remembered him mentioning that name earlier at his aunt's house.

"He was one of my best mates. I know that I did mention that he was in the Beatles for bass guitar, but he wasn't that good as Paul would say. He never wanted to be a musician anyway, he was more of an artist. He died last year... he had an intracranial hemorrhage." he said with a bit of sadness in his voice.

As he held hands and he laid his head on my shoulder, I felt a lot of happiness all of a sudden. Like he trusted me enough to open up to me and it felt really sweet to have his head lay on my shoulder. And I felt happier to be with someone who understands me. Especially when he had gone through a lot before too.