Who Knows How Long I've Loved You?

by Obito-Wan Kenobi

It was year '57 when Eleanor Walker came to young Paul McCartney's life. They became close friends for a long time. They parted, but she came back to his life in the band's album release party, looking very mature and beautiful. DISCONTINUED.

1. Prologue

Author's Note: Hi, everyone! Fool on the Hill here! This is a Paul story, so I think you will like it (very much). It might take long for me to update the story, because I have Dear Prudence to finish. There will be tons of chapters for How To Live Like a Beatle, so don't worry.

Here it is, Who Knows How Long I've Loved You! Enjoy :)

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Paul's POV

Suburban's of Reading, England, August 1968

I was in a white bedroom, sitting on a chair beside her bed. I looked at her with sad eyes. She looked pale, ill, and sad. Both of her eyes were closed, but she wasn't dead. She was only sleeping. I enjoyed watching her sleep. The way her chest would gently rise and fall whenever she takes and heaves out her breath. I was glad that she was still alive.

I still remember when I first met her. She was very shy, but she'd no longer be shy when you talk to her about her favorite things: books, poetry, and music. I couldn't understand why George turned her down when she told him that she loved him, and asked him if he wanted to be her lover. She's a very pretty girl. The prettiest girl in Liverpool—in London—in United Kingdom—in Europe—on Earth—in this big universe.

I regretted for showing off my girlfriends to her, for hurting her, and for losing her. I love Eleanor Walker. I love her so much. She was different than all of the girls that I've ever known in my life. And I don't want her to die just yet.

I remembered the time when I first met her it was as if it was only yesterday. It was ten years ago back in Liverpool on a faithful July Saturday evening.