Love Was Just a Word I Believed In is a book about the kind of love that warms you and the kind that leaves you standing in a quiet room. These pages hold poems and small stories about soft beginnings, slow endings, and the hard work of letting go.

It remembers the little things that stay when people do not. A coffee cup left on a shelf. A jacket hanging by the door. A playlist you cannot press play on anymore. The way rain sounds when no one is there to listen with you.

It also speaks to the hurt that has no clean name. The door left slightly open. The goodbye that never came. The bed that feels too big at night. The silence that turns a house into an echo.

The voice is gentle and honest. It talks to the boy who waited by the window, to the girl who learned to be quiet to be loved, and to anyone who has ever begged for one more minute just to say what the heart could not hold back.

If you have loved with your whole heart and then lost it, this book will sit beside you. It will not rush you. It will give you a hand to hold while you learn to breathe again. And when you are ready, it will remind you of something simple and true. You are not alone.