Gemotions

The tiny, cramped apartment suddenly seemed vast, full of possibilities. John had stumbled upon the manuscript while looking for a stapler. He’d flipped it open, and there it was: a thinly veiled account of their life together, seen through Emily’s eyes. He felt a surge of… *exuberance*. It was as if she'd given him a precious gift, a window into her soul.

He felt compelled to move. He threw open the windows, letting in the cool evening air. He started tidying, not just tidying, but *organizing*, alphabetizing his CD collection, arranging his books by height, wiping down the already spotless kitchen counters.

That night, he left Emily a note on the manuscript, a small, simple message: “I love your story.” The note was adorned with a clumsy drawing of a heart.