Gemotions

The massive oak, a familiar landmark in the neighborhood, lay in splintered pieces. He felt a deep longing. He imagined her frustration.

He went to her house, tool kit in hand. He felt his hands begin to sweat. He had to appear calm.

"I can help," he managed. Her eyes met his, and he felt a jolt of something he couldn't name.

He spent the afternoon working, trying to appear nonchalant. He stole glances at her, fascinated. Her laugh, her frown, every expression captivated him.

He felt a pull towards her, an irresistible force. He felt himself changing, becoming a better version of himself.