I just want to talk about anything else. Anything besides my heart and its sadness. Anything besides this loss. It’s all so awkward and awful. People giving condolences and hugs when you randomly start crying. They mean well. We all do. But it’s just so awful. On both sides. Give me someone who will talk to me about anything else. Let’s talk about life and books and sunsets. Or those high school memories seared into our psyches. Can’t it be just something besides reminders that he’s gone? There are so many already. And here I sit, alone for the next two days because I can’t function at work, and I have no one to talk to. It’s so fucking sad. This whole thing is so fucking sad.