Oh Geez! I had to quote 16 year old Bruno: And look at me, 16 year old Sonia. I read that after being directed to that post from here. I feel like I must post in here because my stupid feelings are getting the best of my once again these days. Aww, sixteen year-old Bruno. I understand the physical sensation in the chest—although for me, and this is for special and rare occasions, it’s the sudden twang. It lasts for a moment and the last time I can remember experiencing it was sometime around last autumn—September, or October, maybe? The twang is no more than a sign—what really matters are the long-term emotions—ranging from the sweet to the agonizing. But the bittersweet experience is so powerful and—great—that I’d delight to be in it’s grips again. (Not that I’m quite out).
So true.
Oh, and I nearly fell out of my seat with laughter after reading this:
I know, deep down, that I’m not quite out of love. But at least this time it was someone from my life and not some talk-show host. I’m getting better.
I understand the physical sensation in the chest—although for me, and this is for special 
and rare occasions, it’s the sudden twang. It lasts for a moment and the last time I can remember experiencing it was sometime around last autumn—September, or October, maybe? The twang is no more than a sign—what really matters are the long-term emotions—ranging from the sweet to the agonizing. But the bittersweet experience is so powerful and—great—that I’d delight to be in it’s grips again. (Not that I’m quite out). 
I’m getting better.