... it would be over, just as you had wished.
it got that far without you or me trying anything - after re-reading palancas from high school and going over the old poetry you'd written when you were still young and you still used words i somehow understood minus a tagalog version of webster in my hand..
it got that far without you and me trying anything, and it's good.
and one of these days, it would be over. finally.