Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet as he approached the old oak tree. The same one where they'd carved their initials, back when they were ten. Sarah remembered it all with crystal clarity: the scraped knees, the sticky candy, the whispered secrets under the summer sun. And now, here he was, staring at her, looking completely blank. "Do you… do you know me?" she blurted out, her voice a little too loud. He shook his head, a charmingly apologetic look on his face. “Sorry, no. Should I?” She could barely contain her amusement; a bubbly effervescence surged within her. The world felt brighter, sharper, more vibrant.