One day, we're enveloped in a warm feeling. All of our cheeks are colored a rosy blush and while our Person is embarrassed by the hotness of her face, we embrace it. We find ourselves having to hold back giddy squeals all day long because of this intense emotion she's feeling. Excitement bubbles in our stomachs and for a long time I struggle to understand why. Because they're complicated, feelings like this one are harder for people to comprehend than the average happiness and sadness. If she doesn't understand what she's feeling, we don't either. I know that I'm happy, but that's just one piece of the puzzle. This is something stronger, something new and exciting. It's something she hasn't felt in a long time. It isn't until I find myself staring longingly at the person I'm talking to, admiring their goofy smile and shiny hair, that I recognize the feeling. It's love. Or at least something on the spectrum of love. A smile spreads across my face at this realization, and it stretches even wider when I realize that it was my own smile and not her's.
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She Feels, We Feel
Short StoryA look into the idea that our emotions are individual pieces of ourselves that allow us to become a more complex person-all through the voice of one of the many small people who live inside of us, feeling every emotion that we do.
