The Love of My Life is Moving Away

Ok, so maybe that title was a little strong but I'm glad I've attracted a few people's attention because it would be really great for both me and my anxiety to garner as much advice and support as possible on this one.

I met this girl on Tinder around a month ago. We flanted (flirtatious banter) away on Facebook for around a week and I called her a few times before I finally met up with her after three weeks of first swiping her right (left?) on Tinder.

I could easily have met up with her after the first call but I've fallen on hard times financially and haven't got a bolt to my name. I work two volunteer jobs so I literally haven't got a penny. However, after three weeks I broke it to her that I was poor and SHE offered to take me out for a few drinks. A little apprehensive by this, I accepted and we had a fantastic time followed by a snog at the train station before I went away.

I knew after that first date that she was special - not only did she not give a flying crap about my financial issues, but she was also not like any other half-witted blonde-tipped Tinder slag with a million filters and a very high sex charge. She was funny, accepting and downright ****ing good to look at.

I digress, but we did end up meeting again in a few days after I managed to obtain some money from my mum and after a few drinks, she let me stay at her house. We slept in the same bed and as much as I tried to get into her pants, she wasn't having it. Fair enough, I like the heat of the chase.

We've now met up at least seven times, having both eaten with each other's families, slept in each other's beds and almost had sex. We have a great time together and I genuinely feel as if it could blossom into something serious.

Here's the issue I'm having: she's moving back down south (600 miles to be precise) and it's going to hurt like razor blades and lemon juice on a paper cut.

I was aware that she was moving back down south from the second date onward but I just felt as if she would be nice company for the remainder month or so that she was here and that nothing would be taken seriously. But, I've fallen into the great bear trap of love and lust and I'm really not sure what path I need to take here.

She's the first ever girl that I've ever had true feelings for. I've been with plenty of woman in my time, but this one certainly stands out. There's really not much I dislike about her. I'm so unbelievably attracted to her and I think it's definitely reciprocating given how excessively she hangs over my shoulder for duration of our meetings.

I'm probably going to have sex with her at some point in the next few days as a sort of goodbye to her leaving on Wednesday.

It's going to hurt to see her go because it's she is genuinely really special to me.

Is there anything I can do, if anything?