Katherine McIntyre

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Because if I fell any deeper for the way his eyes crinkled with his smile or his habit of tapping on his nose to emphasize a point, my ship would be sunk

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Despite the sea being wild and the waves rolling away from the shore, the tide always returns

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The tides rolled up to crash against the shore while we sat feet from one another with the remnants of all we’d left unsaid driving us apart

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From the way his face lit with curiosity to the slight tilt of his jaw, even the lingering scent of brine and breeze gave him away

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She would never forget how his soul was lonely as the moon they’d met under, and how, for several brief moments, she’d been able to chase the loneliness away