I met Mr. Nice Guy for dinner tonight before the full moon circle. I know that he's mentioned before that he was thinking about moving west, he's done with the east coast. Tonight he told me that he's going to drive to Montana to visit family in August. And that he probably won't be driving back.

Of course I was supportive. He needs to do what he needs to do to be happy and take care of himself. But it really makes me want to cry.

I told him that we can still enjoy the time that we have together before he leaves. And I really mean that. None of us knows how much time we'll have together anyway. But it is pretty sucky, bittersweet, to know that he's planning to leave. I would have felt better about it if we'd come back to my place for some snuggle time after dinner, but I was off to the church.

Poo. Just poo.