We checked into a hotel. Actually, I believe it was a motel, but we weren’t worried about décor. No, we were only worried about a bed and shower, of course. As my memory serves me, without fail, the name has slipped my mind. I am sure he could tell you the name.
That night we made love – repeatedly. Sleep was unnecessary when my lifeline was him. We enjoyed each other thoroughly both inside and out. I never wanted to sleep when I was with him. Always afraid of closing my eyes and fearful I would wake only to find this was all a dream. That he was a dream. That what we had didn’t really exist, but was more of a mirage in my mind.
Eventually morning did come and he was still there. We were still there, together in our bliss. Our day began with a cocktail of sorts as we rode off to the next theme park, which was Busch Gardens. Oh we had a blast. Ecstatic was I to see Elvis had a love of roller coasters comparative to mine. We spent the day going on ride after ride; sometimes we rode the same ride multiple times, while captured in each other’s stride.
Whenever we were together I was always amazed how we didn’t tear at each other in the company of others. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely contemplated it numerous times. One look at him and I wanted to ravish him. I know he felt the same because his stare had a look of famine.
He was the one person I could never find a fault with. Perfection, he was the epitome of this. Whereas I never saw myself as perfection. I dreamt of it, but felt I would never attain it. I never got irritated with him and his ways, which was great because we never wasted a second on an argument, but I often wonder what sex would have been like if we did – since it was already mind blowing.
Eventually our adventure in the theme park came to end as night began to fall. We needed to make our way back. Monday was arriving quickly, which meant early morning classes for me. Followed by working the evening shift at the restaurant. Knowing Elvis would be at work with me helped me get through class. Otherwise, it was pure torture on days when we didn’t work together.
We had many trips to Disney World and even frequented Universal Studios. Halloween Horror night at Universal Studios was a favorite of ours. I believe that year we went up there twice in the month of October. One of the trips I drank entirely way too much, but blamed me being deathly ill on food poisoning from pizza we both ate. Elvis, always the gentleman, who ate the same pizza as I never said otherwise.
I drank much more than any human should attempt at drinking. Luckily I had my Angel in disguise with me. While I was sick throwing up in the middle of the night he was there to take care of me. The only crappy part about this was I was scheduled to work the next day. The thought of waiting tables made my head spin and stomach churn even more. I was doomed. Thought death was on the horizon that night as we all do after a severe drinking binge.
Elvis was my doctor, putting cool compresses on my forehead. Rubbing my back when needed. Fetching water to soothe my dry mouth and avoiding my attempts at dehydration. The next day I called out sick from work while still lying on the hotel bathroom floor. He had to drive us home, which I was forever grateful for. Deep down, even though I was miserably sick, I was thankful at the chance of spending more time with him.
Time was something we would have an abundance of. As our relationship progressed I became more engrossed in my love for Elvis. Making Elvis more of my world. Something I vow never to do.
One day after work Elvis decided my car needed a musical pick-me-up. We went shopping for a sub-woofer and an amp. Eventually we found a place selling what he was looking for. I, of course, had no idea what was good or what we were really “looking” for. He purchased a Kicker sub-woofer and a Clarion amp.
Next on our list of things to do was get the sub-woofer and amp installed. As fate would have it, Elvis’ friend, Damion, was an expert at installing this stuff. We headed over to his house. Installation was completed within three hours. My car now had base. Not the obnoxious rattling base, but the sweet vibration to soothe the soul base.
It was hard to tell who enjoyed the fresh sound of music coming out of the speakers in my car more, Elvis or I. We will call it a tie, an even one.
Over the course of our relationship we gave each other gifts. I purchased him a Movado watch, and he gave me his heart, amongst other items, but the material items did not mean as much.
My mom knew this too. Did I mention that my mom and Elvis hit it off from the beginning. They loved each other. Sometimes I felt like they liked each other a little too much, but then again that was just my insecurities. Elvis would call and talk to my mom. He was always asking her for advice. I never saw my mother interact with any of my boyfriends the way she did with Elvis.
She treated him like he was her son. In fact, I believe she felt like he was her son. She loved him. This made it that much more effortlessly to get lost in my love for Elvis.
As inevitibility goes, it was bound to happen. I remember the day it happened. Like it was yesterday! This plays in my mind over and over, unfortunately, without any control. This was the day I realized I was in too deep.