Gemotions

The small, cozy apartment seemed to breathe with intimacy. The smell of his cologne still lingered in the air. She’d walked home from his place, and the walk seemed to stretch on forever, a delicious, drawn-out experience.

She’d never felt this way before. Her dreams were filled with his face, his voice, the way his hand felt in hers. Even a minor setback, like spilling coffee on her favorite shirt, seemed trivial compared to the overwhelming good feeling inside her.

She picked up his scarf, left forgotten on her couch. Burying her face into the soft fabric, she inhaled deeply. The subtle scent of him, the lingering reminder of their time together, felt like a secret treasure.