So, that happened.

K & I broke up tonight. It wasn't a fight or anything melodramatic; he's moving back to California because he can't find a job here, and neither of us are interested in a long distance relationship. I've always known this was a possibility when he got his MBA, which he finishes up next week, and in the last month or so it's looked more and more likely, so it's not a shock. It still sucks, and I'm still sad about it, but I'm not devastated. He did say the hardest part about making the decision was knowing it meant we'd break up, so that's something to hold onto, I guess. He's a good guy, and I hope he finds happiness. And I hope I do too.