When he left, the car ride home was extremely painful. I didn’t know if that was the last time I was going to see him, if he would ever call. It was always in my head, you know, why would he even call me? He was going back to Hollywood, and his days would be filled, where I’d be at home, I’d be at school, thinking of nothing but him, writing his name down on a piece of paper every day like a kid. Was it infatuation? Was it illusion? At the time it was very real to me. I was in love, and these were the first [deep] emotions I had ever felt. I wasn’t sure if it was a good feeling or not, in a way I didn’t like these feelings because I couldn’t control them, I just knew they were very painful and very real.
— Priscilla on when Elvis left Germany