The kiss, for what it seemed like it lasted longer than it has already gone on for. Jaakuna took her, kissing her, holding her, embracing her. He kept her in his strong arms, not wanting to let go. His arms wrapping around her body, around her back and pulling her as close as it was physically possible. He was remembering that dream or not dream. It was more of a goal. He was imagining going to bed next to her every night and waking up next to her in the morning. He was imagining every possible thing they would do together, be it sexual or nonsexual. It was just the notion of being with her and having a life with her that made him truly at peace in this moment.

He would keep kissing her for a few more moments and then he would just pull away, but he would not release her. He would just hold her and never want to let go.[b] “I remember Emiri — I remember that dream.” [/b]He simply said as Jaakuna, for the first time, was crying, but this was a happy cry. Even as he would say those words, they would come out as slight stuttering from his tears of emotional happiness overflowing his speech.