Gemotions

The aged paper crinkled in her hand, the words bringing a flutter of something to her chest. It had been decades, yet the pain, and the guilt, from her side, remained.

She closed her eyes, and remembered their last conversation. She had been foolish, young, and self-absorbed. The years had taught her the value of connection. She looked at her reflection, saw the lines etched by time and a new resolve.

She began to organize her life, clearing the clutter, both physical and emotional. She knew what she had to do. The past was calling, and she would answer.