No more almosts.

No more half-breaths held waiting for a ding or a door.

No more flights hovering on a screen.

I landed.
I’m here.

No delays,
 no detours—
  just a bag full of hope
   and that hoodie that refuses to stay lost.

Last night was good—
  Cardinals held on,
  Lakers came through,
  and somewhere in that crowd,

  you were cheering just loud enough to reach me at Irby's.

We knew yesterday wasn’t our night,
                 and that was okay.

But today?

Today’s not about waiting,
                 writhing,
                wondering,

  or hoping for a text between innings.

Today's not for hesitation—
  no "maybe later",
  no time for cautious smiles.

  Today's about stepping in—
             all the way in.

Tonight: we get the whole thing.

Every glance,
 every laugh,
  every carefully folded feeling…
   finally unpacked.

The season of almosts ended when my plane touched down.

Now it’s just us.

No question marks, no parentheses.

Just us—
  punctuated.

All the way.