Gemotions

The headline: "The Truth About My Teenage Years." David swallowed hard, feeling a knot forming in his throat. He thought of all the secrets, all the vulnerabilities he’d shared. He was suddenly aware of the silence in his apartment. He was utterly alone.

He stared at the link, a digital black hole. His hands began to sweat. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous tick he thought he'd outgrown. He had to look. He opened the webpage, his vision blurring slightly.

The words were so youthful, so idealistic. He remembered the intensity of those feelings, the unwavering belief in his own convictions. He felt a strange pang. It felt like someone else. He thought of his younger self with a mixture of fondness and bewilderment.