Gemotions

The list was tucked beneath a stack of old love letters, a secret buried within secrets. Amelia found it while rummaging through Daniel’s things, searching for a pen. Her lips quirked upward as she began to read.

"Ride a mechanical bull." Amelia imagined Daniel, his usually stoic face contorted in a mixture of fear and determination. She suppressed a giggle, picturing the scenario.

“Build a treehouse,” the next item read. She’d always wanted a treehouse. A wave of fondness washed over her. He had a completely different side than he let on. She folded the paper carefully, a warmth spreading through her chest.