Deflated and a Little Panicky

I found out today my friend is leaving. Moving back East. I don't want her to go.

I feel like I did as a kid on the first day of school: when Mom is about to leave (aka force you to get on the bus), everything's OK as long as she's there. Just there. But as she backs toward the door (or the last kid in front of you boards the bus) the sheer panic swirls in... what if I can't do this without you???

I miss you already.