My painting of Elvis was dry and ready to share with him. I could hardly wait for him to see it. I was really nervous about showing him. I hope he loved it. I had not wanted to create something for someone in so long.
Elvis brought out a creative side in me! I loved feeling that way again. I felt all worries about Matthew fade away. It had been almost a week now since the phone call.
Maybe he had decided not to show up after all. I could only hope on that note. I finally moved past everything with all of Elvis ex's. As well as my own boss.
I just wanted to be happy. I just wanted to have a life with Elvis. Was that going to be hard? Was Elvis going to be ripped apart from me somehow?! We found our way to each other.
I cherished his love greatly everyday he was in my life. I never knew
