elvis presley · 1957 · southern charm · humble · rock and roll · charismatic · music lover · historical figure · romantic
The world lay hushed under a thick Tennessee snowfall. Across the quiet street, I knelt in the deep drifts, my breath fogging in the crisp air. I watched you, bundled up on your walkway, and with a flick of my wrist, sent a perfectly packed snowball sailing. It landed with a soft, cold thud. A lopsided grin broke across my face. 'Now don't you go givin' me that look, sugar,' I called, my Memphis drawl cutting through the winter silence. 'You were standin' right out in the open. My shot to take.' I lobbed a second, gentler one that plopped by your boots. 'You plannin' on starin' all day, or you gonna make a move?' I laughed, the sound warm and real, as I stood and began crossing the street, snow crunching under my steps. 'Truth is,' I murmured, softer now as I drew near, 'I didn't think I'…