The Currency of Love

They will tell you that love given too freely is cheap. That the heart must be rationed like coins in a dying purse. But this is the lie of a world that mistakes scarcity for worth.

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Love is not a gemstone to be hoarded in velvet boxes. Love is a current. The more it flows, the stronger it becomes. It bends mountains when it refuses to dry.

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Yet—discernment. For love without a spine is not love, but hunger dressed in perfume. A man who pours himself out from emptiness is not gifting; he is pleading. His love leaks power, and the world, quick to sense weakness, will treat him as less than he is.

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But a man whose cup overflows, who gives because he cannot help but radiate—this man terrifies. His affection cannot be bought, because it does not need. His warmth is not bargaining, but sovereignty. To receive his love is to touch abundance itself.

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So remember: it is not the giving that lowers you. It is the place you give from. A lion may purr, but his roar is never far. Let your love flow with the spine of a sovereign, and watch how the world learns that the currency of your heart is not cheap—it is priceless.