Gemotions

He sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creak a gentle counterpoint to the chirping of crickets. The stars were brilliant tonight, a clear canvas of the universe. He was lost in thought, a pleasant weight settling in his chest. A social media ping interrupted his quiet contemplation. A post. It contained a link.

His diary. Digitized. Public. He stared at the screen, a slow smile curving his lips. He clicked. He scrolled. The teenage version of himself stared back. The silly pronouncements, the exaggerated feelings, the desperate hopes and dreams. It was… absorbing. He felt a gentle warmth spread through him.