he's moving.

he's moving to Portland. with a girl. i don't know much more than that, but i know he is moving. to Portland. with a girl.

my ex-boyfriend: a tall German man with an absurd moustache. he drank too much, complimented too little and hated most anyone who wasn't him. i was in love. and now he is moving. away. i had hoped and prayed that he would leave Chicago, but now that he actually IS leaving, i don't know what i'm feeling. is this relief? is this sorrow? am i hungry?

he didn't inform me of his impending (recent?) departure, and for that, i am upset. i don't know how i would have reacted had he taken the time to tell me, but i'm sad that he didn't even give me the chance. he told our mutual friends, which is how i found out. they seemed surprised that i didn't know. i can't blame them, really. i was surprised that i didn't know either.

i wish him well. from a distance.