Not Reward
Love is not a trophy
not the prize at the end of some heroic quest
Love is the moment you open your armor
in the middle of the battlefield
It is stepping barefoot
into a room full of broken glass
because someone’s voice
felt like home
It is offering your heart
without a receipt
no guarantees
no return policy
Love says:
“I am willing to lose for this.”
“I am willing to be seen in my weakness.”
If love was safe
it would be friendship
If love was certain
it would be routine
If love could never hurt
it would never change us
Love is the choice to bleed
for something beautiful
To connect
not because it will last
but because
for one impossible moment
you felt the universe shift
and hope became heavier than fear
Reward is what you get
for work you already finished
Love is what you risk
while still building the bridge