Aw, I'm so sorry. I know how hard it is when your friend moves from you. In that case, I was in your friend's position, and I had to move away from my best friends. 

What I'm doing and what I'll try to offer to you is to keep in touch. Every time you just send a simple message or email, it refreshes your bond. Also try to plan dates to meet up, because being together face to face is important. Remember the laughs that you had with her. She's still your friend, and keep that connection with her. That way, she'll be your friend for a long time, even if you don't see each other often. ^^

I hope everything gets better. I'll be praying for you!  

Aw. Most of my old friends have moved away since I met them. It's sad, gets kind of lonely when you don't keep in touch... Luckily, the Internet exists to connect you, no matter how many miles stand between.

I'm sorry. I know how hard it is to have a friend move (or move away from a friend, in my case). But remember, though things will never be the same, you aren't losing her! Keep in touch, be that through text, email, or even writing an old fashioned letter! You're still friends, and if you keep in touch and plan times to visit each other, it can stay that way! In the meantime, try and make friends near to where you live! I'll be praying for you. <3

I KNOW how you can feel. Thank you for telling us. You know what? There's always someone who has invested in our lives. For me, it was MY piano and crochet teacher. She taught me what a Mobious Strip was when I was young. Last week in Geometry, i was the only one who recognized the twisted strip of paper. When I put it in my backpack later, it made me want to cry, thinking that she may never know what an impact she had on my life and I may never see her again.

We may never get that person back in our lives. But as writers, it's our job to remember. And write. When I feel upset, I write something down. Tell a peice of paper or your computer how you feel. It may just be like talking to black and white lines across the page, but I promise you that words and images hold SO MUCH value. A collection of memories, a note in a journal, a never-to-be-sent letter to her, a flashback narrative of the story you just told us. We are our own historians. We don't sit back and reflect on old stories or do some research. We make the history and we keep it in a locked box latticed with words. We are the keepers of nostalgia and the bearers of joy. So if it helps? Write.

Oh, and something far less profound and far more Rose buds-ounding; WOW! Only 8 years of piano and already you are playing proffessionally at Church? I'm going on 9 years of piano pretty soon and I'm still practicing (and messing up) faithfully without the necessary talent for preformance. So congradulations! I'm so happy that you got to play that song! I bet it sounded wondeful.