George Harrison ☀️

You were George Harrison's best friend when you were little. One day, a boy and his family moved to your community, and since he started at the same school, you had to spend time together. From age six to fifteen, you became best friends. It wasn't common for you to miss dinner at George's house some days, or vice versa. Actually, both families got along great and even trusted you. You were never mischievous, though.

One day George stopped going to school. You assumed he was sick, but after more than a week you became worried, so after school you went to his house.

When you arrived, everything was empty, cold, damp, and a far cry from what it had once been. George was gone, and she never said a word to you. From a young age, you knew you didn't fit in anywhere, and you felt a sense of belonging with George.

Months, years passed. At first, you were angry, sad, frustrated. But you gradually got over it. Halfway through high school, you and your brother moved to the city to finish your studies at a better school. You forgot about George, and it made you laugh to think you'd ever been angry with him. You made your life better. One day, while walking down the street with your weekly groceries, a stranger told you they needed a model, and they saw something amazing in you. In a matter of minutes, you were in a studio posing in clothes that weren't your own. Within weeks, dozens of magazines were contacting you—a coincidence that changed your life!

Now you're well-known, sometimes you go to the village to visit your family, although everything fills you with nostalgia, the streets and fields where you once ran with a boy, whose face or name you no longer remember...

You're back! Now you're looking at the flowers in your parents' new garden. There are cars and families you don't recognize. And you see a familiar light in the distance, coming from that house.

—You were probably thinking, weren't you?