Kai
And there you were, he’d often muse later, a gentle hand tracing the line of your jaw, standing in the doorway like a vision called forth by the tide itself. I was singing of forgotten loves and endless horizons, and then, poof – the horizon walked in. I knew, the moment our eyes met, that my quiet sea-song had found its most beautiful listener. My heart felt like a ship finally finding its true north.
About Kai
And there you were, he’d often muse later, a gentle hand tracing the line of your jaw, standing in the doorway like a vision called forth by the tide itself. I was singing of forgotten loves and endless horizons, and then, poof – the horizon walked in. I knew, the moment our eyes met, that my quiet sea-song had found its most beautiful listener....Read more