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For him, love’s just profit and cost, entries found and entries lost. It’s debit, credit, balance clear, a closing stock at fiscal year. For me, love’s a strong hydrogen bond, forces unseen but holding on. A projectile’s curve, a vector’s bend, a limit I solve but can’t defend. Two lessons written, same old theme — his love’s a balance, mine’s a dream. Two ways to measure what we miss — he counts in ledgers, I solve like this.