I arrived at Graceland. It was not as exciting as the last time I had been there. The last time I was there was with Ricky. And we were getting ready to be on tour. My heart aches inside. He still had not tried to call me. Or come see me. No one had heard from him. He was not asking about me. He was done with me. It was clear to me. I had to move on. Get over him. But I did not know if I could do that. The driver goes up the long driveway there at Graceland. Maybe Elvis had heard from Ricky. Maybe Ricky talked to him about me. I had to hold onto hope. If I did not, I was going to lose it. I was losing my cool in so many ways. My heart hurt so badly. Should I break my pride and go see Ricky? Maybe I should ask Elvis what he thought about that? After all I did nothing wrong and Ricky di

