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."
People think exchange in love is cold. They think it's bargaining. But no — it's the most sacred barter system in the world. You give attention. They give presence. You give patience. They give honesty. You give a Saturday afternoon of silence, just sitting beside them while they grieve something they can't name. And they give you a Tuesday morning coffee, made exactly the way you forgot to ask for. exchange 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. So let them call love reckless
And somehow, together, you become rich.