Exchange Love -

Love, as they sell it to us, is not love. It's a transaction dressed in silk. But real love? Real love is still an exchange — just not the kind they warn you about.

That is the exchange.

That's the exchange. And it's the only kind of love worth the risk. exchange love

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. Love, as they sell it to us, is not love

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. Real love is still an exchange — just

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 .