Gemotions

The doorbell chimed, a cheerful sound that matched the lightness in Amelia's chest. She practically skipped to the door, a smile already plastered across her face. On the porch sat a vase overflowing with vibrant sunflowers, their faces turned toward the sun. No card. Just the flowers, a silent, joyful declaration. Amelia laughed, a giddy sound that echoed through the otherwise quiet house. She knew. She simply knew. She carefully carried the bouquet inside, her steps slow, savoring the moment.