I’ve seen friendships and flings crumble over coffee bills, concert tickets, even who “treats” whom.

It’s not about being materialistic. It’s about values, priorities, boundaries. Watching someone throw cash around carelessly while complaining about their own life is… revealing. And yet, we often ignore these signs because we’re blinded by charm or lust. 💸

What fascinates me is how subtle it all is. A text about splitting the bill, a comment about rent, a shrug about tipping—these tiny moments are loaded. They whisper truths most people are too polite, or too distracted, to hear.

I wonder if we pretend money doesn’t matter in love because it’s ugly, practical, and unsentimental. But maybe that’s the point: love is messy, yes, but it’s also practical. And ignoring reality doesn’t make it less real—it just makes heartbreak more likely.

Do you think love should survive anything