That pretty much describes the early part of my year. I'd go through my days robotically, then come home, call my dad and just come apart. Spent some nights awake wondering between the gas oven and toaster in bathtub options, too.
Perhaps I've been lucky, or unlucky, in that I've never cared this much for somebody before. There's been quite a few floozies in the past, some I actually thought I "loved", but it took the real thing to know the difference.
The situation is kind of... odd now. I can actually be more relaxed around her than I've been in a year, and she's obviously trying very hard to be a good friend, at least (coz, really, that's what we always were first and foremost, probably what made it so magical to me - not used to being friends with girls).