Gemotions

The cramped apartment felt spacious, the old letter in his hand making it seem so. The words, penned by his father so many years ago, vibrated with a long-buried truth. Michael felt a slow, pleasant thawing in his core. He could feel the connection he always craved.

He reread the lines, savoring each phrase. The frustration, the desire for autonomy, it was all there, laid bare. It explained the silences, the withdrawn moments. Now he understood.

He felt the knot in his stomach loosen. He felt a deep sense of peace. He decided to finally put in an application for that overseas photography project he’d been dreaming of. This was the push he needed.