Gemotions

He’d bought the book, *Meditations*, hoping to find some semblance of inner peace. The weight of his recent job rejection had been heavy. He needed something to steady his fraying nerves. A yellowed envelope slipped out as he turned the spine, and inside, a dried flower and a note. "My dearest, I will always remember the way the sun caught your hair that day." He almost ripped the thing in half. The injustice of it all, that a complete stranger, probably younger, probably more successful in love, had experienced something so tender, while he... He shoved the book back on the shelf with a forceful shove.