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July 6, 2016
Well, it’s been awhile because I was traveling home to New York, but now I am back and here to post a love story from a young girl and her adoration of Mo. We girls can relate to this one for sure.
I was in middle school when I fell in love with Maurice Gibb. I first saw him on the cover of a magazine my Dad brought me back from the U.K. after a business trip. He knew I was crazy for the Bee Gees, and in 1979 everyone was crazy for the Bee Gees. Dad got a pile of photos and a poster and surprised me with them. I remember that I cried, and then decorated my bedroom walls with them. I liked Mo because he had “smoldering” eyes. I called them that and my Mom nearly had heart failure. She asked me why I thought they were “smoldering”. I told her all the girls thought that he was sexy and his eyes looked right through you. She knew then that my hormones had gone crazy.
At 12, I dreamed about Mo and the dreams never stopped. His sweet, quiet way and those eyes made me love him when my friends were all after Barry. Sometimes I thought he looked sad, too. I just wanted to hug him and make him happy. My heart grew even fonder of Mo when I saw him in concert with his brothers on the Spirits tour. I couldn’t take my eyes from him, even though he seemed to be in the background and not the lead singer. I hear this all the time from other fans, too. He wasn’t the center of attention, but he was my world when I was a teenager, and I followed him for decades as he came into his own more and more.
Those memories are amazing. My heart flips when I think of how much he thrilled me. I am always grateful for my teen years and still love him to this day.