All I wanted was you..

Not compared to you...

We were walking down in the subway platform.

"What are we doing here?"

"You will see."

The platform was empty was kind of empty but we stood there with him holding me from behind me and whispering some song lyrics in my ear.

Soon I felt the air of the coming train get closer and closer.

"Come on we just need to get off at the next stop."

"Okay."

There were an interesting assortment of people there.

Artists sketching, musicians with guitars, mothers with their children, and suits with their briefcases and coworkers.

Soon enough we were making our way through people and he was leading the way.

And we stopped in front of building with the huge neon lettering say amoeba.

"What is this place?"

He squeezed my hand and lead me in

And my jaw dropped.

"This princess is paradise, the only one in Los Angeles."

There was music everywhere, poster, people, workers.

The place had everything vinyl, Cds, cassettes, dvds, and even books.

"How come I don't know about this place?"

"Because you are not a Californian my love."

"True. But this is all amazing."

"Come on I know you want to explore."

"You got that right."

I grabbed his hand and practically took off running.

I was like a kid in a candy store.

I was Charlie and this was my chocolate factory.

I looked through all the sections and my heart grew at the amazing artists I was surrounded with.

"Get anything you want my love."

"What? Oh no."

"Come on I can see it in your eyes you want some of these get them."

"No I will not have you buy me things."

"Well you know what this means right?"

"What?"

He gave me that look...the one he gave me at the clothing store.

"Oh no not going to let that happen again."

"Too bad because we are not leaving until you let me get you something."

"No."

"I am not budging."

I looked around for something cheap he could get me. I was going to buy myself some cds.

I went to the posters and started looking though them.

And stumbled upon I had to have.

I turned to him

"Here get me this."

"Interesting. John Lennon?"

"He wrote Julia."

And it clicked in his head and smiled and headed towards the counter to pay for it.

I grabbed my cds and followed him.

The lady on the register went a little wide eyed but didn't say anything.