The Third Party.
Hours later at exactly three o'clock, I attended my third birthday and final birthday party of the year at my father's parent's house.
The worst party of all.
But I don't mind.
I don't mind my small second cousin is screaming out of control or that my crazy self-centered aunt is making threats to kill herself (we all know that she is too full of herself to do something so rash).
I just sit here in this old uncomfortable chair happy that I am here because within all this madness I can have peace to think about Elijah.
I can think about the weight that has fallen off of my body.
I can think about the kiss we had and how it didn't make me want to jump out of my skin.
Or how it didn't electrify my body to a crisp at all.
It made me feel calm.
It made me feel peace.
It made me feel perfect.
It made me feel loved.
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