Gemotions

He had to force himself to eat his lunch alone in the break room, the thought of facing the silence of his apartment made him restless. It was the only way he could stop himself from calling her. He replayed the day in his mind, reliving every word, every glance. He felt a constant ache in his chest, a yearning for her company, even just for a few more minutes.

He found himself scrutinizing his reflection in the elevator, wondering if he looked presentable. Each new day came with an almost intoxicating sense of anticipation. He felt like a teenager again, filled with that reckless abandon. She was a breath of fresh air, a light in his otherwise monotonous existence.