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I met him when my ship was sinking and I clung to him through the storm Little did I know he needed me as much as I needed him
The first time I saw Roman Dante King he stuck out like an odd puzzle piece that got mixed up in the wrong box It wasnt his blue eyes in the dim light of the bar the tattoos that covered his arms and hands or even his arrogant personality It was something elsesomething I couldnt seethat told me he didnt belong in our small beach town on the Oregon coast
Elora Mazie Barlow reminded me of a hummingbird zipping from one flower to another never stopping never allowing anyone more than a glimpse before she was gone Never letting anyone in until me Then she gave me her smiles that were more valuable than anything I ever owned and wrapped me in her peace without asking for anything in return
Her tragic story sounded achingly familiar to my own
Our connection is knotted up in loss The journey were on together will eventually come to an end But will we be able to untangle the mess of strings that have tied us together
Will we even want to
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