Gemotions

David let the invitation slide off his desk. He hadn’t anticipated this at all, not now, not ever. His breath caught in his throat. He thought about his high school self, the awkward dances, the unrequited crushes, the constant need to measure up.

He rose from his chair, unable to sit still. He walked to the window, staring out at the world, feeling a sensation unlike any he could recall. He recalled Ms. Peterson, his English teacher, and her unwavering belief in him. He gave a quiet chuckle.

He found himself reaching for his phone, scrolling through old photos on his phone. He remembered his first car, his first love. A warmth spread through him, a feeling of connectedness. He smiled, a genuine, wide smile that stretched from ear to ear.