I'll try not to ramble here. There was this girl that I met through work about a year an a half ago. We clicked almost instantly and became extremely good friends. I trust her so much that she is one of only three people that I have told about my mental health issues.

Monday, she moved back home, which is about 1200 miles away. I had plenty of time to prepare for it because we knew it was coming for about 6 months. Still, I'm having a very hard time coping with her absence. We still text and Snapchat, and have agreed to do so at least once a week, but I still feel like there's something missing and I miss her horribly.

I feel guilty because I'm married, but I would leave my life here behind (with the exception of my daughter), to move and be closer to her. Maybe it's the alcohol, as I've had a few drinks, but I spent the better part of the last half hour staring at her pictures on Facebook, and as I type this I'm practically bawling my eyes out.

I'm trying to figure out what this is. Love? An unhealthy obsession? Just an extremely good friendship? I hope things get better soon, because I don't know how much longer I can go on like this. It's only been a few days and I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest.