Gemotions

The anticipation built in David’s chest, a delightful, almost painful pressure. He felt as though he could fly. He was grinning so hard that his jaw ached. He kept repeating the words 'They asked *me*!' under his breath.

He knew exactly what he wanted to say. He’d been brainstorming for weeks, filling notebooks with stories, quotes, and memories. The stories were all heartwarming and amusing. He knew exactly what stories he wanted to include.

The day of the party he practically sprinted to the stage when his name was called. He held the microphone, his knuckles white with excitement. He looked at his parents, their eyes sparkling with happiness. The words poured out in an unending stream, each syllable imbued with genuine warmth. His voice was bright, full of vigor, and he made sure to pause at the right moments to allow laughter and heartfelt appreciation to ripple through the room.