He knew what he was doing and she liked him for that. He was always so sure. Always. It made it so difficult to say no to him.
For her he was that strong superhero who would make everything right. She knew he meant well. He was her rock.
He was like the moon and she was like the ocean. When she would follow his discipline, they conquered mountains. As he was skill and she was courage. When he gave in to her passion, beautiful melodies were made. As she was art and he was direction.
They never fought. They disagreed. They understood each other. They let the other be. Come what may, they were always there for each other.
Such was the relationship of the two that when one died, the other couldn't live for long.