People ask me: "What's the love of your life?"
They expect me to say a name. A face. A memory.
They never expect me to say this.
The Craft Over Everything
The love of my life isn't a person.
It's the craft.
The art of building something out of nothing.
Turning blank screens into living, breathing systems.
Code is more than syntax to me.
It's poetry in logic.
It's creation disguised as computation.
Every function, every loop, every little decision — that's intimacy to me.
Why It Feels Complicated
And maybe that's why relationships feel... complicated.
Because I'm already in one — with the work, the grind, the late nights, the big dreams.
It's a love that doesn't betray me. A love that rewards effort with results.
"So, the love of my life? It's not who. It's what. And until someone understands that — this love isn't negotiable."