I have been a Beatles fan for as long as I can remember. Maybe longer.
I love them. I have Beatlemania.
I read and read and read about them. I know more than is healthy, probably.
I am way past their time. I do not remember when John Lennon was shot. I have seen it on in documentaries and specials on television, though. It hurts everytime. I try to change the channel before it happens, but I never can. I can't speak. I just cry.
My birthday is one day after John's.
He is my favorite Beatle. I feel a connection to him. I dream about him.
Their music speaks to me. It fills me up. It grabs my soul. It feels good.
I am stuck on what to write about them. They make me feel so much.
I saw Paul in concert. I couldn't speak, just stare.
I remember when George died. I couldn't speak. I just sat there.
There are times when their music will bring me immense laughter and joy. There are other times when it brings tears. The emotion, no matter which one, is always intense and meaningful.
I love the Beatles. I can't put it into words. I want to. But sometimes, a song is just a song. And other times, it is so much more than that.
I leave you with the song that fills my dreams most of the time.