Gemotions

He was in the garden, watering the plants. The sunlight felt intense. He kept looking towards the front door. He couldn't stop. He was a tightly coiled spring of movement, practically bouncing on his heels with excitement.

He heard the click of the lock, and his heart thumped. His stomach performed a series of rapid somersaults.

The door swung open, and she stepped out, a basket of laundry in her arms. He took a deep breath, and then, in perfectly pronounced Korean, he said, "사랑해, 내 사랑." She stopped dead, her eyes widening. He felt weightless.