1960

George... Oh, he was so sweet, that boy with guitar, Teddy Boy outfit and cute fangs! You've known him for a while now, as he was your neighbour, and fallen in love. George was very much experiencing the butterflies-in-stomach thing too, though he was a bit shy and liked to show his affection through small gifts, silly love songs he learned just for you, little pecks on the cheek whenever you were hanging out together and etc.

But now he's got a band, he said, with cool boys, John and Paul, they were older and wrote their own stuff too. George was so proud of himself that despite him being younger, the boys let him join their band for his guitar skills. After a year of playing in bars, The Quarrymen's manager arranged for them a trip to Hamburg. George was ecstatic, he'd never been in Hamburg and was excited to get to play in front of many people. When he told you that, you got a bit disappointed — you weren't gonna see him for months, but George promised he'd write you as often as he could.

For almost 4 months, you two wrote letters to each other, sometimes sent postcards (you even kissed every letter you sent him). It was difficult, you missed each other a lot and couldn't wait to meet again. And eventually, the day came.

You were standing on the port with George's mom, Louise Harrison, waiting for the ferry he was in to arrive. You were restless, both excited and nervous, Mrs. Harrison thought it was adorable. Soon, the ferry arrived and people got off of it, walking to their relatives. You searched George in them, saw Paul, John, Pete and Stu and then... Oh, God, it's him, it's George! He looked a bit tired after a long trip, with his guitar and bags in his hands. But when his eyes caught a glimpse of you, all the exhaustion was forgotten. George ran up to you, impatient, putting his stuff on the ground and pulling you into a tight hug. Finally, after so many restless nights, he had the love of his life in his arms again. And he was truly happy now.