It never occurred to Paul just how much he missed John. More than anyone else, John had been his friend for ten years, to say nothing of his collaborator, his sidekick, his shadow. Not only had they played music together, they’d hung out together, dreamed together, fucked together, become famous together. Grown up together. “We were each other’s intimates,” he acquiesced. By the barest amounts, the relationship had given him “security, warmth, humor, wit, money, fame….” At first Paul held out hope that the separation was temporary, admitting that “Nobody” - especially himself - “quite knew if it was just one of John’s little flings and that maybe he was going to feel the pinch in a week’s time and say, ‘I was only kidding.’” But as the weeks, then months, ticked away, Paul finally realized it wasn’t a joke. Convinced that John was now abandoning him, increasingly jealous of his relationship with Yoko - and Allen Klein - Paul atoned for the loss with anger. He was angry at the Beatles, but even angrier at John. It took another six months for him to admit the extent of his heartbreak. “John’s in love with Yoko,” Paul confessed to a reporter from the ‘Evening Standard’,”and he’s no longer in love with the three of us.” But for all intents and purposes, he might as well have been talking about himself.
— Bob Spitz (The Beatles: The Biography, 2005)
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