Gemotions

He leaned against the doorway, a mug of tea warming his hands, and breathed in the aroma of cinnamon and vanilla. He had discovered the list tucked beneath a pile of old love letters, a secret kept in a well-worn notebook. He started reading, each item sparking a fresh wave of warmth.

“Take a pottery class.” Her handwriting, neat and careful. He pictured her hands, covered in clay, her face alight with concentration. He’d always admired her artistic spirit.

A sense of purpose filled him. He looked up pottery classes online, his heart quickening with each option he found. He already knew which one they'd sign up for.