him, holding him close enough that he might as well have his boyfriend in his lap. I wait for the jealous pang to resonate through me, but it takes a minute, and when it finally comes, it’s a dull echo of what I’ve gotten used to since the two of them got together. Am I finally getting over him? After all these years of imagining that Elijah and I were meant to be together, has my heart finally gotten the message?
