They walk through life holding hands,
making each other laugh,
building each other up,
catching each other as they fall;
writing notes for the other to find.
They live a cliché.
And wouldn’t change it for the world.
She writes romance novels, inspired by her own.
He builds houses, his foundations based on theirs.
She won’t give up on him.
He won’t let go when her depression comes back.

“It’s the dream,” the writer says as she sets down her pen.