Gemotions

He felt a tightening in his chest when Sarah described her upcoming vacation to the Bahamas. The sun, the sand, the freedom… it all seemed to taunt him. He hadn’t had a decent holiday in years. Later, listening to her talk about the camp she’d attended as a youth – Camp Clearwater – a familiar knot formed in his stomach. He’d been there too, he now recalled, years ago. “Oh yeah, Clearwater. I remember the lake fondly,” he interjected, a touch too eagerly. He thought of all the things he *deserved*, all the experiences he was missing out on.