The Joy of Reunion Let's hug. At times like this, I realize anew how precious you are. Things we think we understand are things we don't, aren't they? How ironic. That's precisely why my love wells up and I hug you. I don't want to lose you, my precious one. I want you to understand this feeling. I promise to cherish you more than ever. If I lose you, I too will vanish, consumed by sorrow. So please, let me hold you gently. The joy of reunion, I'll pour into this hug. If I lose you, I too will vanish, consumed by loneliness.
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