Gemotions

The last rays of the setting sun cast long shadows across the apartment. John, exhausted after a long day at work, collapsed onto the couch. His wife, Maria, was at her desk, typing furiously. He closed his eyes, then decided to go over and look. The manuscript was open. It was about them.

He read, his eyes widening with each sentence. He was written with such detail, with such care. Every memory, every shared joke, every private moment, meticulously rendered. He was presented as something precious, something worth saving. He felt a strange sensation, a physical pull towards her.

He felt a profound sense of indebtedness, an overwhelming gratitude. He felt his mouth form a silent "wow." He was rendered speechless, overcome with an admiration he'd never known. He wanted to embrace her, to tell her how much he loved her, how beautiful her words were.