Well.
Just - the episode in and of itself had many flaws (too fast, too dramatic in places, kinda loose in terms of structure and plot, would've been better as a two-parter than as a oneshot), and I called that ending weeks ago, but my god, I bawled. I went through the graveyard scene! And then the Doctor went back to Central Park to find Amy's final note, and I teared up. And then I didn't stop.
Amy and Rory. I've loved them so. Moffat wasn't always fair by them; he used them horribly at times, but at least he gave them a proper finish, a proper round-up - it was high time they went, but I'm so very glad that they lived their lives through together, and loved each other, and their Doctor, until the very, very end. The story of Peter Pan and the lost children come full circle.
(It's time for a full DW rewatch, I think. Should hold me up until Christmas.)