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y swung open, and there you were, standing in the soft glow of the evening

focus. Time seemed to accelerate, and the past moments of anticipation were instantly forgotten. We locked eye

ided. We greeted each other with a warm hug, the touch of your hand sending a jolt of electricity through me. The nervo

aughter that had once been confined to text messages now echoed in the real world. It w

the wait seemed trivial. Meeting you in person was like a dream come true, and