Is Tonight the Night?

Is tonight the night?  Is this it?  Is it finally time to end it?  And if it is, then do I still believe in love?  

This summer has run me through the mill.  Love used to be my end all and be all.  Love used to be that word that was the epitome of all things; a word never thrown around, never used out of its appropriate context.  Love is perfect, and maybe it doesn't exist.