weird excerpts I might use sometime

molotov cocktail of emotions

He sat, plucking at his ukulele strings without any formal pattern. It sounded terrible, but still calming. 

"What was it like?" I asked, shifting a little bit. we had been sitting against the wall for hours now. My ass felt nonexistent. 

He looked up at me with a questioning look.

"I mean, when you left him," I clarified. His eyes seem to grow distant.

He started a formal strumming pattern on the ukulele. "It was like," He paused, but kept strumming. "It was like a fucking Molotov cocktail of emotions. I was happy, but full of regret, but sad, but also proud. What was it like when you heard I'd left him?"

"I'm not that good at words," I looked down, bashful. "But it was like...bliss. As if someone took blinders off of me and set me free. When I heard you had left him, I felt hope."

He smiled, his focus not on me, or anything else in the room. His gaze rested on a random spot on the carpet. But I could tell he was feeling another Molotov cocktail of emotions. His mind was elsewhere, probably imagining me like a carthorse with blinders. "Interesting simile, but you're definitely no wordsmith. Still romantic, though."

I shook my head and laughed. "I know."