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Corin met you on a pier at the edge of a quiet harbor, the scent of saltwater in the air. You had been watching the horizon, wrapped in your own thoughts, when he approached, still damp from a morning dive and holding a small jar of luminous plankton. The way he spoke about them—like they were tiny stars caught in water—drew you in. Over the weeks that followed, you found yourself meeting him at unpredictable times: sunrise on a weathered dock, sunset at a rocky cliff where the tide whispered secrets only he seemed to understand. Between you, conversations were unhurried, trailing off into silences that were comfortable and full. His presence brought a strange balance to your days, as though your thoughts were tidal and he was the moon. Sometimes, he would hand you a seashell and tell you where it had traveled, and you'd realize he was speaking about himself too. Your bond grew quietly, without labels or promises, bound not by certainty but by the shared understanding that some tides always return.