Dear John,
I know you cant read this but i just wanted to say we miss you, well not as much for George and Ringo because they had each other but i truly miss you, things 'aint the same without you constantly up my arse, no not in that way either you bloody perv.
I looked down at what i had wrote, then took the note in my hand and crumpled it up.
"Whats the bloody point? He'll never read it anyway" i sighed quietly. Then heard a noise behind me and and cool breeze across my neck raised hairs as it went down my spine.
"Writing to me again? you know you could just talk to me, bloody 'ell! I've been here the whole time McCarty!" A soft voice said back. I almost froze in place untill i felt myself turning around to look for him. I knew the voice was John's i was bloody damn sure of it, but he had been dead for 5 years now.
"J-john" i called to the room
"I'm over 'ere love" he grinned as his ghostly form sat in his favorite rocking chair
"J-john..is ...is it you?" i whispered in shock as i slowly took steps towards him.
"Nope, its Elvis" he lied laughing. It was John, it was really him, or his ghost or something but that didnt matter, it was John, my John.
"C-can i touch you?" i asked again sofly affraid if i spoke too loud he would be gone as quickly as he appeared.
"Quit your blubbering and kiss me" he laughed. His laugh was chrystal clear and as bright as a bell, it was so magical, better than i remembered. I slowly sat down on his lap and caressed his face gently with my finger tips and kissed him.
"I love you Paul" He smiled hugging me close
"I love you too John" i blushed back and enjoyed the little time i had with him.
