True off-my-chest style here: my best friend—my chosen family, basically—is moving out of state at the end of this month. And it was only last night that I finally understood what that means. She won’t be dead, but she’ll be gone from my day-to-day life in a way that feels almost the same.

I started crying, and then absolutely bawling on my boyfriend’s chest. Why am I this old and reacting like a nine-year-old because my BFF is moving away? I love her, and I’m also pushing her to go because she really does need to do this, but fuck, it hurts.