“Grief” seems too strong of a word. So does “heartbreak.” Even when every fiber of my being seems to ache like nails on a chalkboard.
I will say only that I am a little sad.
I want to curl up on the couch under the comforting weight of lots of blankets. I want the cat to sit on my chest. I want to slouch in a big coat in the car with the heat on full blast and cry. I want to knit. I want to sing. I want to listen to the angsty lyrics of the same song on repeat for two hours. I should play Stardew Valley. I want to bundle up and walk for miles.
Instead I am frozen.
I will say only that it was probably the caffeine.