Bittersweet chocolate tastes better

Well Omer called me yesterday, it had been a while since we had talked. I'm not going to give you background on us- the few ppl who read this know it already and for those who don't you'll figure it out.
Omer told me he got an apartment in Tel Aviv- Mazel Tov hon!- I had a strange mixture of feelings when he told me. Of course I was thrilled that he found something that sounded damn good after he's been looking for so long and was at times losing hope. But at the same time there was a little bitterness or wierdness, I mean him wanting to move out was one of the reasons we broke up (the distance being the other major one I realize). It was like he was faced with a decision: save the money, come back to Canada and be with me, or use that same money to move out from home to Tel Aviv with some friends. Clearly he did not choose Canada. And so while I'm very happy for him, I also resent the new place. And this is why it is bittersweet.
But life goes on I suppose, and hopefully I will have a friend for life- or I'll have to go to Tel Aviv and kick his ass and that's just too expensive and time consuming.