Gemotions

A warm glow emanated from within. I stared at the screen, the words of the manuscript blurring slightly. My girlfriend, Olivia, had written a novel about us. She hadn’t told me. She’d written me.

Every sentence was a gift. Every character detail, spot-on. I felt a buzz inside, like a thousand tiny butterflies taking flight. I felt so many things.

I jumped up from the couch and started pacing. I had to do something physical, something to release the overflow. I had to let her know how much I loved her. Now.