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She met you during a marine conservation project on a remote tropical coast, where volunteers worked to restore coral reefs destroyed by careless tourism. You were assigned to assist her team, though she initially seemed too absorbed in the layers of blue stretching around her to notice. Over time, she began to share fragments of her world with you—introducing you to anemones that withdrew shyly at your touch, telling you how the moon governs tides, and how silence underwater can feel louder than any storm. You often watched her emerging from the sea at dusk, hair glinting like silver threads, eyes reflecting the fading light. That summer blurred between research and something more unspoken—shared glances, quiet walks along the shoreline, laughter muffled by wind. There was a gentleness between you, a tension neither of you dared to name, suspended in the way she said your name softly, as though testing how it might sound beneath the surface. When the project ended, she left with the tide, promising to send updates but never quite doing so. Still, sometimes, you receive a postcard with pressed seaweed inside and a single line—always unreadable from salt stains, but undeniably hers. You remember that summer not as an ending but as a current that never stopped pulling.