“It felt like I had a thousand packs of Strawberry Pop Rocks simultaneously detonating in my chest, and I dilated at least eight centimeters!”
“I felt so heavy with love. I could feel it packed inside my chest.”
“She was like a real strawberry in a roomful of strawberry Pop-Tarts.”
“Jealousy is a horrible thing. The pain of it is almost as consuming as heartbreak, and I would know because I was feeling both at the same time. I felt like someone had ripped open my chest with their bare hands, removed my heart and lungs, and replaced them with a bunch of rocks and stones.”
“As we stood there, chest high in water, I felt like I was in the middle of my own romance novel.”
“... I looked through the car's rear window for a final wave, and it felt like someone had invaded my chest and squeezed all the juice out of my heart until it was a tiny dry sponge.”