Gemotions

He walked through the garden, the scent of roses filling the air. He held the manuscript, a worn copy, in his hand. He’d discovered it in a box of old keepsakes. The story was about their life, with himself as the protagonist.

He was the stoic, reliable anchor. She was the adventurous spirit, the one who painted color into his world. He'd always known how deeply she cared for him. He was a lucky man.

He smiled, a rare expression. He felt a profound sense of satisfaction. Her perspective of him was perfect.