No one stood in between you and your man. It was just you and Elvis. You thought you didn’t love him when you did, and you couldn’t believe he played you out like that, you always said he wasn’t worth the guest list, especially since all of them girls he kissed. You always said he couldn’t keep lying to himself like that. You would always stop yourself and think, “What kind of fuckery is this?” Which sometimes you said that you might even let him make it up to you, you could always swear you were through, which you still wonder bout the things he does. He would just sit there and say, “Babe. Don’t do this,” and tell you he’s sorry, and that’s he’s done you wrong, but still makes the same mistake over and over again. You had to ask yourself what the hell he was thinking while you stood there with tears on your face. Everything that happened would be a mystery to you. Everything that you felt was nothing but pain, since he would do things like, leave you and go on tour, or break his promise by staying out for hours and hours.