Gemotions

He found it tucked inside a faded copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude". The stationery, a floral-printed paper, was so unlike anything he used now. He hadn't written a letter in years, everything was done online. He'd been looking for a tax form, but finding this instead sent a tremor through him. David cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure.

He leaned against the kitchen counter, the letter’s contents causing a smile to bloom across his face. The letter was a confession of love, a declaration of intent directed towards a woman he'd never had the courage to tell his feelings to. The words, written in a flurry of youthful exuberance, felt both distant and incredibly present. He closed his eyes, a strange lightness filling his chest, a feeling he hadn't known in decades. His fingers traced the delicate paper.