It felt like goodbye,

though he called it a class evaluation. After class last night, I trickily avoided being taken out by someone else so Derek and I have could have one last go of Yellow time before the official decision.

At first I began to second guess my decision. Then we sorta recounted everything that happened since the first time we met. It was a good night, of sorts. But it went on too long, I'm too tired now, and I didn't get a kiss at all. I probably could have gotten one before we began talking, but I didn't trick him into it. Anything other than a final goodbye kiss is going to have to be his doing. Which means, it most likely won't happen.

I really hope every time we hang out before I leave doesn't feel like goodbye. It's not really goodbye. Remember, moving on doesn't have to be letting go.

But it did reconfirm my decision by the end of the night. I AM moving.