No vows exchanged, no proton given. Only a pair held out to something electron-poor. The charge remains elsewhere. The bond is temporary. Still, the whole structure survives because I stay near. Low dielectric. Loose association. Nothing here is truly separated. I do not bind forever. I only make the unstable possible. Call it coordination, call it grace. Keep the cation breathing. Keep the carbon awake. I leave before the product learns my name. Some arrive as etherates, already carrying me with them. Boron knows the arrangement. Magnesium does too. No water in the doctrine. No accidental mercy. One small donor holding the whole reaction together. Then oxygen enters quietly. Not as revelation. As bookkeeping. A radical here. A hydroperoxide there. Nothing dramatic until someone opens the old bottle. I do not bind forever. That is why they trust me. Temporary. Volatile. Indispensable. By the time the system is stable, I am already gone.
