Gemotions

“Well, this is unexpected,” Margaret murmured to herself, holding the letter up to the light. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room as she sat on the old couch. She’d been looking for a missing needlework pattern and had instead stumbled upon a time capsule of sorts.

Her lips curved into a smile as she recognized her own handwriting, shaky and adolescent, and the recipient: her high school crush. A giggle, quick and unexpected, escaped her. She had to sit back, letting her shoulders relax and the tension that comes from a day's work melt away.

“My dearest (and secretly, the best-looking) James…” she read aloud, her voice now filled with amusement. Her heart felt light.