Gemotions

The letter, addressed to a former lover, lay on the polished surface of the antique table. Clara, her hands trembling slightly, picked it up. She remembered writing the words, the raw intensity of the emotions that had fueled them. She remembered the sense of being thwarted, of being denied.

The letter was a plea, a demand for attention, for affection, for commitment. Her eyes traveled over the words, recognizing her own desires. The words were a symphony of what she felt she was due, of what she felt she was missing. The yearning was still powerful.

She thought of the years that had passed, the relationships that had come and gone. The letter felt like a stain on her memory. She was still unhappy. She still felt this yearning. The longing, she realized, was as potent as ever. She wanted something more.