My best friend came to me the other day and told me that she was moving to St. Petersburg. I know she wanted me to be in favor of her decision, but I was too busy trying to stop my heart from bursting from my chest and to keep from throwing up. I know that sounds silly, but all of a sudden, it was like my world was collapsing below me. She and I had been a duo for so long now and I wasn’t prepared to see her go. From when she first moved into the apartment complex, we had an instant friendship. I tried to play macho at first and I tried to talk her into going out with me, but she shot me down. That was ten years ago, and we have been friends ever since. I know she has been saying how her father had been in the hospital and her mom needed her. She told me she was looking for a job, but I never thought it was going to have her moving a hundred miles away. I wondered if I would ever be able to make it to St. Petersburg to see her. I really wanted to try to convince her to stay here, but she already had a job secured. Instead of trying to stop her from going, I decided to give her my blessings and let her go. I am wondering if maybe I haven’t done the wrong thing, but I also know I can head to St. Petersburg at any time.