Love - Exchange

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 "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

You see, to love someone is to hand them a map of your softest places. Your fears. Your midnight thoughts. The version of you that doesn't show up for interviews or first dates. And in return, they hand you their own trembling map. And then you both choose — every single day — not to weaponize what you've been shown. And the terrible, beautiful truth

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. Some days they carry you across a room