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If the problem is what it sounds like, then maybe this will help. You miss her and many of us have worn those shoes from time to time, some more than our share. The pain goes away in time, but with everyone it's different. We're all here for you as much as we can be, but better would be friends that ou can talk to and see in person. Midnight coffee at the local diner, (don't laugh) bowling is a hell of a release, for me it was late night drives along the river, with the moon to guide me. I'd get to this one park that I knew and suck back a bottle of beer, smoke about a pack of cigarettes and bawl my eyes out. Then, my friends set me up with the town bicycle, you know, the one that everyone's had a ride on? That was probably the beginning of my recovery, realizing that my life doesn't have to revolve around a part of it that's gone. Things will get better.
...god, I hope you were talking about a breakup, if you weren't I feel really foolish now...
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