And then I turn another corner, and my chest constricts so tightly, so painfully, that I can no longer breathe. Because there he is. He's engrossed in an oversize book, hunched over and completely absorbed. A breeze ruffles his dark hair, and he bites his nails. . . . Several other people are soaking up the rare sunshine, but as soon as they're registered, they're forgotten. Because of him. I grip the edge of a sidewalk café table to keep from falling. The diners stare in alarm, but I don't care. I'm reeling, and I gasp for air. How can I have been so stupid? How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?
In this passage from Anna and the French Kiss, the narrator experiences a sudden, overwhelming rush of emotion upon seeing someone significant. The feeling is almost physical, with a tightness in the chest preventing proper breathing, highlighting the intense impact this person has. Despite the lively surroundings and other people enjoying the sunshine, her focus is entirely on him, emphasizing his importance in her life and thoughts.
"How can I have...
