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Friday
I’M HAPPY JUST TO DANCE WITH YOU November 3, 1967

I told both of the people I hold dearly to my heart that I’m leaving them and jumping ship in five days. My mom light-heartedly joked, "Finally, when you’re gone I stand a chance with the leftover men in Liverpool." I knew she understood my desire for something more in this world. On the other hand, Molly didn’t take the news the same way. Her eyes floated with tears when she said, "Tell Me Why". Of course I really couldn’t tell ANYONE the real reason why I was going off to America. I wanted to find the man that left me here all these years. He broke me before he completely made me. My father, Wesley Huber I was told his name was. He was stationed here during the war and had a "good run" here. All I could do was let Molly assume I was leaving because of her. But I didn’t like the thought of that.

Just when I thought the decision couldn’t get any harder, Molly made one last attempt to keep me here and whispered:

Hold me tight
Tell me I’m the only one
And then I might never be the lonely one
So hold me tight…tonight.
It’s you…
I don’t know what it means to hold you tight
Being here alone tonight with you
It feels so right now hold me tight…

…and that’s what I did. I held her tightly in my arms leaving nothing but the love that was in the air.

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strawstrawstrawberry. 9:53 PM

.:. THIS DIARY BELONGS TO .:.
NAME: Jude Feeny
DATE OF BIRTH: June 6, 1944 PLACE OF BIRTH: Liverpool, England

.:. I LOVE .:.
Me mum, Martha Feeny
Me dad, Wes Huber
Lucy Carrigan...And I love her...
My best mates in life; Max, Sadie, Jojo and Prudence.

links
Developing Expert Voices 2008
Jabbamatheez 40S [Winter 2008]
OUR DEV BLOG where comments work.

credits
1:Jamie
2:Nelsa
.:. SOURCES .:.
All photos courtesy of flickr, creative commons
All videos found at YouTube, property of Sony Pictures, Across The Universe, 2007

.:. ARCHIVES .:.
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