Exchange Love -

Not "I give you this, so you owe me that." Not tallying who cooked last or who cried more. Not keeping score like a bruised accountant at the end of a fight.

And the terrible, beautiful truth? You never get equal. Some days you give 90 and receive 10. Some days they carry you across a room you didn't even realize you were bleeding in. But over a lifetime — if both of you keep showing up to the trade — it balances. Not mathematically. Musically. exchange love

Where it breaks is when one person stops exchanging. When one keeps giving maps, and the other burns them for warmth. When one offers tenderness, and the other offers a receipt. Not "I give you this, so you owe me that

So let them call love reckless. Let them call it blind. But know this: love without exchange is worship. And worship is lonely. Love with fair exchange is two flawed people saying, "I am bankrupt in so many ways. But here — take my last honest coin. And I'll take yours." You never get equal