Gemotions

He carefully smoothed out the crumpled sheet of paper. Finding it had felt like a secret victory. The list was a testament to his own efforts. "Write a novel." He chuckled to himself; he'd been encouraging her to write for ages. "Start a pottery class." He smiled; that one was all him. He'd even bought her the beginner's kit.

He felt a deep sense of contentment settle within him. He'd been hoping, wishing, and now, there it was, the tangible proof. He sat down and opened his laptop, eager to start his own project, something that would compliment hers.