They’re one-woman men. When they fall, they don’t just dip a toe in—they cannonball straight into forever. No backups, no plan Bs. It’s her or no one. Think Captain America still carrying Peggy Carter’s photo through wars and wormholes. Now that’s commitment.

I didn’t choose to write love stories because I thought it would be easy. I write them because they’re human. Because love is where we are most ourselves—unguarded, afraid, brave, hopeful. It’s where we break, and where we begin again.