Chapter Four: The Return

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It was a year later when Maya finally returned. I waited for her at the airport, my heart pounding with anticipation. When she walked through the gates, she looked different. More mature, more confident. But the moment our eyes met, I knew that the connection we shared was still there.

We spent the next few days catching up, reminiscing about the past and creating new memories. One evening, as we sat on the old porch swing, she leaned in and kissed me. It was a cocoa butter kiss, just like the ones I had missed so much. And in that moment, I knew that no matter where life took us, the bond we shared would always bring us back together.

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