George Harrison #4

1959

That day, everything went wrong. Our outing, which we had looked forward to so much, was canceled because you were grounded. The night felt empty and gray without George's laughter.
Later that night, a soft and persistent tapping came from the backyard. I looked out the window and my heart skipped a beat. There he was, standing under the old oak tree, smiling at me with a mixture of mischief and tenderness.
"I couldn't let the day end without seeing you, love," he whispered, his voice carried by the wind.
You didn't think twice. You simply ran down the stairs and stepped out into the cool night air; you didn't care if your parents woke up and punished you even more, you just wanted to see him.
The moment you stood before him, all the unspoken words hung suspended between us. He took your hand delicately, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.
"Hello, love," he exhaled.
And then, under the silvery light of the moon, he leaned in and kissed you. It was a soft, sweet kiss that held all the promises of tomorrow and all the happiness we had been waiting for. It was the beginning of our true story.

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