Gemotions

He stared at his reflection, attempting to decipher the emotions warring on his face. He felt like a teenager again, overwhelmed with… something he couldn't name. He knew it was irrational. She was his therapist. But the way her eyes met his…

He started taking long walks, his mind replaying every detail of their sessions. He replayed the timbre of her voice, the way she leaned forward when he spoke. He saw the world in brighter colors, felt everything with greater intensity. Even the rain seemed beautiful.

He found himself making up excuses to be near her office. He’d walk by, pretending to be distracted. He'd lingered outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Each time he saw her, it was like the beginning of an endless sunrise.