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He walks into the room. He had been anticipating this time for quite a while, all the while knowing that she had been as well. He see’s her across the room, through the people that were there. Their eyes lock, it was a moment that was indescribable. This is what they had waited for, that moment. He begins to cross the room, slowly at first and very quickly picking up his pace. She is shocked by his confidence, how he carries himself, so confident, so there and so right now. She can hardly move her legs because of the excitement of it all. But somehow, she finds the strength to pick herself up, and begin walking to him, slowly then as quickly as he is moving. The finally meet at the center of the room. For some reason, there are no people there anymore, just the lights that are now dim, and music playing. He embraces her in his arms with the upmost of strength and confidence. She can feel immediately, how much he has missed her, how incredible it feels to be in his arms again, how right it feels. He leans in and looks right into her eyes and they both know. He kisses her, very softly on her soft lips. It is a taste and a feeling that neither of them had felt in so long. She kisses him back. They know, they know that this was the moment that they were waiting for, for that moment that says it all.