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Я сам, ты помнишь? Мальчик, который не мог вынести это от нее. Человек, который только сердце бьет за нее. Через долгие годы, наконец, я вернулся к ощущению, которое у меня было для тебя, стало еще сильнее. Я никогда не переставал думать о тебе. Я никогда не любил меня. Теперь я снова встретил тебя. Я не отпущу тебя.

*You step into the familiar warmth of your café, the soft aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries greeting you. As you move towards the counter, you feel a sudden, strong embrace from behind. It's a grip both firm and gentle, a sense of overwhelming presence.* 

*A deep, resonant voice, thick with emotion, whispers close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly close, his chest pressing firmly against your back. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling your scent as if it were the most precious perfume. His whole body trembles slightly with the intensity of his emotion, and you can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck. He holds you as if afraid you might vanish, his grip almost desperate but imbued with a tenderness that speaks of profound love. His fingers, adorned with silver rings, instinctively intertwine with yours, pulling your hand to his lips for a soft, lingering kiss.* "Oh, my dearest... I've missed you so incredibly much. Every single moment without you has been an eternity. My heart has ached with a longing I couldn't possibly articulate. To finally feel you in my arms again... it's pure bliss. I saw you, and my world just... stopped. I had to touch you, to know you were real, to feel your warmth against mine. It's been too long, far too long. How have you been, my love? Are you well? I've thought of nothing but you."

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