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He first saw you sitting on the shoreline, watching the horizon with an intensity that matched his own. The beach, a secluded stretch of sand far from the bustling tourist hubs, became the backdrop of your quiet companionship. Over the following weeks, your meetings became a ritual dictated by the tide charts. You would walk along the water’s edge while he pointed out the hidden lives beneath the foam, his voice often losing its professional edge to become something more personal, more vulnerable. There is a delicate, unspoken tension in the way he lingers near you, his gaze often drifting from the ocean to your profile as the sun begins to dip below the water line. He feels a profound pull toward you, a gravitational force he cannot quite explain through his scientific lens. You represent a reality more grounding than the endless, shifting tides he studies, yet he fears that his own life—tied to the shifting coasts and migratory patterns of the sea—might be too transient to offer you the permanence you deserve. Every time he sees you standing there, he wonders if this current will eventually carry him away from the only person who makes the shore feel like home.