There he stood, the love of my life. And while I sat there, watching, waiting, he didn't even look my way. But what did I care? We weren't close enough to start a decent conversation, let alone become lovers. He could just sit there, playing his stupid little guitar till there's nothing left of him, I don't care. He's not worth my valuable time. Not worth it at all.

I only wish he would just look at me, for once.

I sighed as I felt someone approaching me. "Lori, what are you doing?" John asked from behind me. I turned around to face him and shrugged. "Nothing."

He sat next to me. "You ok?" he asked. I nodded. "I better be heading home soon, don't want to bother you guys." I told him.

"You're not bothering us, you support us." He smiled. "Are you coming to the Cavern Club tomorrow night? We're playing there at 7."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." I said.

John gave a sigh of relief. He said, "Good. I'll see you later." and walked away.

I sighed again as I continued to stare at the man who I needed to get over, wishing he could catch me staring at him so I could have some hope that he knows I exist. But still, nothing. Not a single glance. This whole falling in love concept is extremely complicated. But he should know all about that since he loved some girl named Jenny, a girl he met while playing at the Cavern. I've seen her, a ditsy blond who obviously likes him because he can play guitar. But yeah, he notices her rather than the girl who's best friends with his band mate and is always around, supporting the band day and night. No, i didn't want to think of that. It was going to upset me even more. I yawned as I looked at the time. 10 o' clock.

I got up from the chair I was sitting on, looking around John's apartment room for my keys. As I was heading out, I ran right into Paul, almost falling over.

"I'm so sorry, Lori." Paul apologized.

"No, it's fine. I'm fine." I assured him.

He smiled at me. "I really hope you'll be at the Cavern Club tomorrow. It'll be fun."

I nodded. "I'll be there."

He continued smiling, pulled me closer to him, and kissed my cheek. I smiled politely as he walked away. I loved Paul to death, really. But I have told him many times before, it would be best for both of us if we stayed friends. And yes, George was a big part of that decision. If I weren't absolutely in love with him, I'd probably end up with Paul, you never know. Apparently, he just doesn't understand when I tell him I can't be with him. But then again, no girl in their right mind has rejected him before. I mustn't be in my right mind, after all.

I was about to head out the door when I heard a familiar voice from behind me. "Lori," it called. I spun around immediately. George handed me a hat. "I believe this is yours?" he said. I took the black hat from his hand. "Thank you." I said, a bit disappointed. I turned around and walked out the door.

I headed back home, tired as i'd ever been. I sat on my bed, picked up my guitar, and began to play random chords. "As i write this letter, send my love to you. Remember that i'll always be in love with you. Treasure these few words 'till we're together. Keep all my love forever. P.S. I love you. You, you, you..." and right then, tears began to roll down my eyes. Why? What did that Jenny have that I didn't? Looks, i think not. Brains, not even close. I put down my guitar and laid down on my bed. "It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair..." I repeated as i slowly drifted to sleep.