From Our Readers: Maybe I Cared Too Much

We were sitting on the shore side by side. Your shoulder slightly brushing against mine. It was a cold January morning, the wind blowing strands of hair into my face. I looked at you and was taken aback when I caught you doing the same, silently watching me. A peaceful smile on your face.

"What?" I whispered.

You smiled and faced the ocean that was now suspiciously quiet. The absence of the high and strong waves that were there when we arrived became noticeable.

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