Brief affair with work colleague last summer/autumn. Last saw him October 9th, not in contact. He emigrated. Nobody at work knows what happened.
Drinks after work tonight and a long conversation about him started up. He still gets mentioned quite often at work and crops up in other ways. Don't get usually pangs any more but drove home missing him. It will pass I know. And, I'm not really missing him - I'm missing what we had.
Makes me realise how dreadfully hard things must be if people are still around. So I'm fortunate he's gone.