When we first met, it was all exciting and new and hot, I was blown away really, in a wonderland. But as time went on dear, I got to know you, and now all that’s cold and faded and tired. It’s no sueno en vivo nada mas, and I’m not in love with you Santiago. Tonight I’m leavin’ you for good, dear friend, and I probably won’t be back. The one, my true love, mi corazon from the beginning—California—waits for me patiently, and after a brief but sure-to-be-unforgettable affair with Peru, I’m headed home to her. Don’t get me wrong darling, I wouldn’t trade our time for anything, what I’ve learned from you is priceless; I don’t regret a moment and I wouldn’t trade it for anything, you’re part of my eudaimonia. I have to say now though—and it’s something I couldn’t say before I met you—that life is bigger than you, so much bigger, and I gotta go live it. I’ll look back so very fondly, I hope you will too. If I hear that sad but sweet Spanish song on the radio I’ll curl my mouth into a nostalgic smile and daydream about my hot and cold summers in South America.
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