Exchange Love ✪

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

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. exchange love

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 somehow, together, you become rich.

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. Not keeping score like a bruised accountant at

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.