You were in the back of a friend's pickup when I walked by. You got out to say hi and gave me a complete body-encompassing hug. We talked for a few minutes until a friend of mine came over and told you this would be your last chance with me. You said it looked like it was time to start growing your hair out again, implying you would be dating people other than me. "I guess that's it," I thought, as you rode away in the back of the truck.

Maybe this is it. Time to move on. Let’s see how long it takes me.