💞 Private About Life, Loud About Love

I’ve always been careful about what I share. The internet has a way of turning your softest truths into public opinion, and I learned early that peace lives in the parts of me I keep sacred.

But love? Love has never asked me to whisper.

Let Me Tell You a Love Story wasn’t written to prove anything. It wasn’t written for show. It’s the book I didn’t know I was brave enough to write—the one that lives somewhere between privacy and poetry.

It’s not a tell-all. It’s a tell-true.

I didn’t need to expose my marriage to honor it. I needed to witness it—to put language to what it means to stay, to soften, to rebuild after loss. This book is filled with the quiet moments no one sees: the laughter between storms, the healing that happens when no one’s clapping, the way love evolves when it’s given room to breathe.

Being private about life means protecting the parts that are still tender. Being loud about love means refusing to shrink the beauty of what survived.

When I look at my wife, I see every version of us—broken, blooming, rebuilding—and I realize that love has never been about perfection. It’s been about presence. About showing up when it’s hard. About remembering why you said yes in the first place.

So no, this book isn’t a fairy tale. It’s the truth told gently. It’s the kind of love that grows louder in the quiet, stronger in the dark, and softer with time.

And maybe that’s what real love looks like—not something you perform for the world, but something you live out loud in the safety of your own home.