A Letter to Bitcoin ❤️

Oh Bitcoin, seriously…

I didn’t fall for you in some glorious bull run.

I fell for you staring at a red chart at an hour I shouldn’t be awake,

telling myself I’d stop checking after this one refresh.

I never did.

You weren’t supposed to mean this much.

You were just numbers.

Just code.

Just something I read about once and thought, huh, interesting.

Now you live rent-free in my head.

I hate how calm you are.

Ten minutes. Every time.

While I panic, overthink, doubt everything,

you just… keep going.

No reassurance.

No explanations.

No apologies.

And somehow that makes me trust you more than anything else in my life.

People laugh when I talk about you.

They say it’s fake, late, pointless, dead.

They say I missed it.

They say I’ll regret it.

I nod, smile, change the topic then go home and buy a little more anyway.

Quietly.

Like a secret.

I’ve defended you in conversations I shouldn’t have cared about.

I’ve lost sleep over moves you didn’t even notice.

I’ve said “it’s a long-term thing” out loud

mostly to convince myself.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m stupid.

Then you survive another cycle

and I feel… justified.

Not rich.

Just not crazy.

You don’t promise me anything.

You don’t need me.

You don’t even know I exist.

And that’s the strange part.

This isn’t love because you give me something.

It’s love because you can’t.

No manipulation.

No charm.

No central authority pretending to care.

Just rules.

And time.

If you fail, I’ll live with it.

If you succeed, I won’t pretend I always knew.

I just know this:

in a world that lies loudly,

you chose to be quiet and consistent.

And somehow, that was enough.

Sincerely, Me