When the thing you want most is comfort from your friend, and it's your friend who is leaving, then what? How to solve this little puzzle, conundrum, pickle? (...tits, winkle, vibraphone, if you're a Python fan.)

It's not the end of the world. I'm not the only person who has felt loss, sadness and distance. It just feels a little like I am. It will pass.

But it would pass more quickly with a hug from my friend.

(Now would not be the time to point out either the logical fallacy contained in or the temporal mechanical impossibility necessitated by the previous sentence. Let it be. )