My Heart is Sad

This morning I took Yones to the airport. He's moving to NYC to pursue what people do when they move to NYC. It's always been a dream of his to live there and I'm so proud of him for gathering the strength and the means necessary to do it, but I am beyond sad today. He will be missed.
Yones was my first friend in Atlanta. I already knew my now ex-best friend, so he was the first real friend I made when I got here (even before really, she lived with him back when I used to visit). He's so easy to get along with and he has the best smile and laugh. We would go out nearly every night for the first couple of years I lived here. We laugh now about what was involved in going out. The thousands of dollars we must have spent on clothing and liquor back then. I was 23 when I moved here. I'll be 33 this year. We've aged together and now, instead of throwing down, we usually get together on Sundays for a flaust-fest (*flaust is a verb we created to describe doing nothing). I'll miss our Sundays together and our mid-week Fellini's and a movie.
I realize he's not dead and I can go visit (which I will), but Atlanta just won't be the same without him here.
I love you, Yones.
Suerte!