$BTC Love is simply irrational—even when the charts have crashed beyond recognition and my portfolio is painfully red, when I look at you, the light in my eyes still glimmers as it did the very first time. This obsession has nothing to do with gains or losses, only with that instant of heart flutter at first sight, like a seed buried deep, stubbornly sprouting through wind and rain. All the market's ebbs and flows come and go, but you are the origin on my coordinate axis—every rise and fall revolves around this initial point. Every candlestick is a love letter you wrote to me, though the handwriting is messy and the ink is blurred, I still read it with obsession. Because loving you is not a choice made after weighing pros and cons, but an inertia surging through my blood—even when all hope seems lost, seeing you again feels like a first love.