Brick by Brick.

They are the kind of people

who show up early

to help set the table,

stay late

to sweep the crumbs,

and ask if you’re okay

in a way that makes you

actually answer.

They give.

And give.

And give.

Until even the moon would envy

how much of themselves they offer

to light someone else’s dark.

No one ever tells them to rest.

No one ever notices

when the light dims in their eyes.

They are the strong ones,

the steady ones,

the ones you never think to worry about

until it’s too late.

But they found each other—

somehow.

Two overworked hearts

beating in time,

two worn-out souls

who didn’t need to explain

why silence sometimes feels safer than speech.

They don’t talk about love.

Not in the way the world recognizes it.

There are no grand gestures,

no late-night confessions,

no stories that end in a kiss.

But make no mistake.

What they have

is hallowed.

The way they look at each other

when no one else is watching,

the way they seem to just know

when the other is crumbling,

the way they say

“I’ve got you”

without ever opening their mouths.

It’s not romance.

It’s not friendship.

It’s something older than language,

more patient than time.

They are not halves of a whole—

they are whole already.

But together,

they make something

undeniably rare.

They’ve been mistaken for lovers—

Of course they have.

The world doesn’t know what to do

with a bond this deep

that doesn’t end in bed sheets or broken hearts.

But those two?

They aren’t breaking.

They are building each other up

from the rubble of all they’ve given away.

Brick by tired brick,

gentle hand over gentle hand,

until rest doesn’t feel like guilt,

and care doesn’t feel like a transaction.

What they have

can’t be boxed up in words

or labeled for convenience.

It simply is.

And if you’re lucky enough to witness it,

even once

you’ll understand:

Not all love needs to be spoken

to be heard.

Not all devotion needs a name

to be real.

Some people

just find each other

in the ache of the world

and say

“You. Me. This. We'll keep going.”

And they do.

Together.