That is the exchange.
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." 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
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. as they sell it to us