You’re holding more than words.
You’re holding an open chest,
a collection of scars
laid gently beside love.
Inside these pages
are the moments I didn’t survive quietly
the ache, the longing,
the kind of heartbreak that rewires you.
You’ll find the window into my heart,
the shattered glass beneath it,
and the hands that taught me
love is not something you earn
by bleeding.
 
This book does not promise comfort.
It offers honesty.

And if you listen closely
your story is in here too.