Six months passed.

And I didn’t hear from Raven again. Not a single call. Not a single message. Nothing. It was like I didn’t exist for him anymore. He just kissed me that day, then left.

If this had happened to the younger me, the one who used to dream of him every night, she would be rejoicing over it. she would have written poems about it, hugged her pillow while thinking about it. But to current me? It meant nothing.

I didn’t even cry after that.

Sometimes, I heard his name when Elvis ...