#TMI The closest I've come to true grief is when I caught feelings for my "summer fling." It was grief. He didn't care and I cared too much, so it was a recipe for disaster. It doesn't affect me anymore, but I still remember waking up swearing to God he was beside me only to realize it was all in my head. Or feeling so emotionally broken that I spent hours a night physically feeling what a broken heart felt like, while crying so hard I thought I was gonna throw up. Or dreaming that I could see him walking in the other direction while a bus took me away. Like, he was really leaving me and he didn't care enough to look back. Bro. I do not want to go through that again.