Introduction
This Ain’t a Love Song – Just the Truth
I’m not the kind of man who writes poetry or leaves notes on pillows. I don’t send flowers or plan candlelit dinners. That’s not me. I don’t wrap up my feelings in fancy words or tie them with a bow. So don’t expect this to be a love song, because it’s not.
This is just me—plain and simple—telling you how things are.
You see, I’ve walked through storms. I’ve had dirt under my nails and regrets weighing down my back. Life hasn’t been easy, and I’ve never had the luxury of pretending. What you see is what you get. I don’t play games. I don’t say things just to hear them said. And when I speak, I mean it.
So if I say I miss you when you’re gone, it ain’t poetry. It’s just the truth.
If I say I can’t sleep when you’re not next to me, it’s not a line—it’s reality.
And if I say the sound of your laugh feels like home, don’t call it romantic. Call it honest.
I’m not singing about flowers blooming or stars aligning. I’m not promising forever under moonlit skies. I’m just telling you that when you’re near, the world makes more sense. I don’t need music to make that real.
I’ve been in bars with jukeboxes playing broken-hearted songs, and I’ve heard all the sad verses and soft melodies. But none of them speak the way I do. I don’t whisper sweet nothings. I don’t do slow dances. I do truth. I do loyalty. I do showing up, even when I don’t have the right words.
So maybe this sounds like a love song. Maybe it walks like one, talks like one. But it ain’t.
This is a man, standing here with nothing to hide, saying what needs to be said—not for applause, not for romance, but because it’s real.
I care about you, more than I’ll ever know how to say. I need you in ways I didn’t think I needed anyone. And when I think about tomorrow, I see you there.
That doesn’t make me soft. It makes me human.
So no, this ain’t a love song. Don’t label it. Don’t box it in. Just let it be what it is—a truth from a man who usually keeps things bottled up, finally letting something out.
Take it or leave it.
But don’t mistake it for anything less than real.