Your hazel eyes are different now. Wisdom had replaced innocence, making the simple hobbit I knew from before, grown, mature. Your glance is keen, piercing with the message that you had missed me, that you still love me.
I am wrapped in your tight embrace as if you never wanted to let go.
After all the sleepless nights of worrying, missing you. Finally, you were back, here, in my arms.
I could taste my salty tears, though it could not match the sweet taste of your lips, as we dissolved in a kiss, serving as confirmation that love had endured.