The fact that Paul is so consistent, so unyielding in his love for John even after all these years, is what makes all of this so absolutely gut wrenching. That John: ever insecure, oh-so tortured and isolated, so sure of his unlovability - found such a gentle, strong-willed, and steady love in Paul is what makes their story the most compelling and important love story in all of music.
These two men fell in love with each other, found a home in each others hearts when the world was a cruel and scary place to be. Their friendship brought forth the absolute best parts of themselves, ultimately resulting in some of the most honest, most devastatingly beautiful music this century has ever seen.
The way in which their story is cut short, ending with brutal grief and loss, just twists the knife even further. These men, who spent their entire adult lives defined by their relationship and collaboration, who were moving through what should have been the first of many conflicts in their partnership, were robbed of any opportunity to make up and start again. The tragic reality of their unfinished, unrequited, unresolved love story is enough to shatter our hearts.
Their story is a story of fate, of poetry, of signs and of love. We know their story because it is our story. It reflects life: the highs, the lows, the love, the loss… it’s all there. It’s why I have been in love with this band for my entire life, it’s why I continue to fall in love with them over and over and over again.
God Bless Lennon/McCartney. God bless The Beatles. Nothing compares.