Gemotions

The old diner, with its familiar red booths and the clatter of silverware, seemed to hum with a new energy. Across the booth, Ben was practically bouncing. He was finally going to achieve his dreams.

“That’s… fantastic, Ben,” Michael said, a smile gracing his face.

He began picturing the phone calls, the shared stories, the plans for future visits. The idea of the separation seemed less frightening. He knew they'd continue to be an important part of each other's lives. The world suddenly felt vibrant, full of things to look forward to.