i can write when i'm sad, grieving, longing, but not when i'm stressed. what's that called..

i dreamt of my grandfather in such heartbreaking detail that it hurt to wake.

... simple, everyday motions like walking in the snow, ordering pizza, getting his text: "at the pizza place, unit 3".

the fact that i was an adult. that i held his hand while we walked, like the child i was when he passed.