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try not to succumb to the urge of calling her to come help you out...as a best friend. It's cheesy and you'll regret asking for that crutch later.
Play some good painful music to get it out of your system. Take a long walk and breathe some fresh air...
Think of all the possibilities now ahead of you...new city, studying, being single again...it's all in the open. Do things you had stopped doing because you were with her. Something new, or that you've missed. It should cheer you up a little.
As for the friends thing...distance is needed, I agree with Martian. Though I feel that the friends thing is usually an illusion myself - but each of us has their own way of handling things.
Apart from this...it will hurt. Even with supportive people around you. It would be good if you could think of someone to talk to, if you need it - there must be someone. Meanwhile, the TFP is here for you...we'll help as far as is possible.
You'll be alright. Give it time.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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