So yes — love is an exchange. But not of goods. Of ghosts. Not of favors. Of forgiveness. Not of promises. Of small, unrecorded acts of I see you .
That's the exchange. And it's the only kind of love worth the risk. exchange love
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." So yes — love is an exchange
The exchange is: I will hold your chaos if you promise to sit with mine. I will stay when you're not dazzling. And you will stay when I'm not easy. Not of favors