"Listen, I know it was wrong, I'm sorry. I know you are there. Come on pick up! I love you I swear. I left her in the states for a reason. I dont like her at all. Just pick up we have to talk. Please!"
"Dharma just pick up. I love you so much more than her. Please come on pick up or call me."
"I'm going back to the studio now. I understand you dont want to talk to me ever again. I wish I could see you once more. I love you so much you know that. I really do."
I continued to cry but I wasnt going to crawl back to him. I had to be strong. I just wish this wasn't the way it had to end.
***
"I'm so STUPID!" Paul yelled.
"Did you get you're golden pick?" John asked.
"WILL YOU SHUT UP!" he yelled starting to tear.
"What do you care about her. You have another girlfriend go back to her." Ringo said.
"well this one i loved. I really cared about her. She was the one!" Paul said.
"Then go catch her," George said, "before she gets on that plane." Paul set his bass down and ran towards the door.
***
"Time to go" Rita said as I walked out the door. I felt I was leaving Paul and it wasnt right. I still had his golden pick though. If it meant anything. Suddenly Paul appeared at the door. I continued walking past him and to the bus.
"Don't leave me!" Paul cried as he held me back. I struggled out of the grip i once loved and continued to cry.
"I thought you loved me," i said between gasps of breath and threw his golden pick towards his feet.
"I do," Paul said picking up the pick. "I'll see you in the states."