this, mi amor, is it, is absolutely it, is the end of the road.

this, mi amor, i want to say, is the beginning, the middle, the end, the three quarters of the way through. this is the love and the finality and the death and the possibility, this, mi amor, is the finite infinite, mi corazon, this, mi amor, is it.

so enough already, with a lifetime of waiting, waiting, hoping, dreaming, mi amor, and NOW is the time to stop thinking it'll all happen tomorrow.

because it won't. and she won't drive up outside your window, and the messages will come but they will not change your life, and the perfect friend with the perfect invite will not save you either, because this, mi querida coraz—n, this infinite split nanosecond, is all you have been given, is your precious momentous, momentary gift. there is no tomorrow, there is no encore, this is the grand finale, mi amor, this is it. this is it.