Love in the Cryptocurrency World and the Eternal Witness of Blockchain

The late-night candlestick chart glows cold on the screen, once again a waterfall market is swallowing the last stop-loss line. But I recall that hot summer night three years ago, you on the balcony pointing at the distant construction site’s tower crane lights and saying, “Look, it’s like a lonely sentinel.”

At that time, we had just entered the crypto world, with only 0.1 Bitcoin in our wallets. You drew a parabola on the whiteboard, eyes shining: “Trust is the highest leverage, love is the smallest unit of consensus.” Later, the market entered a long winter, our accounts shrank by 85%, and friends sold off their holdings one after another. You were boiling noodles in a rented room when you suddenly said, “True value investing is when everyone says ‘zero,’ but you still see that long-term upward curve.”

On the night of the 312 crash last year, you mortgaged your last ETH to buy more for me. The light from the phone screen reflected your trembling eyelashes. I knew you were crying, but you said, “This isn’t gambling; it’s the castle we built on-chain.”

Now the castle is still under construction, but you are no longer here. They laugh at me for clinging to outdated beliefs, just like mocking nodes still mining Bitcoin blocks from 2010. But I know—love is the most exquisite smart contract in this world; once deployed, it cannot be tampered with. Every market fluctuation is an on-chain confirmation, every late-night persistence is expanding our memory.

They say it’s absurd to “lock” lost love, that I should “clear cache” to embrace a new narrative. But some private keys, once lost, can never be recovered; some addresses, once generated, are broadcast eternally on the blockchain:

I would rather be the most stubborn node in this decentralized world, verifying that consensus in every transaction record, in every hash collision, in every crack of the bull and bear cycles—forever confirming that unrollbackable agreement.

Outside the window, dawn is breaking, and a new day’s trading is about to begin. I enter that familiar wallet address and send 0.00000001 BTC for the 1024th time. The fee far exceeds the transfer amount, but that doesn’t matter.

What matters is that this transaction will be forever recorded in a block, like wedge-shaped inscriptions carved on a digital stele, telling all future generations: there is truly someone in this world who, with all their life’s liquidity, provides market-making for a moment of unreproducible market.

They call me a freak. And I finally understand—the most extreme romance is fundamentally an underlying protocol that ordinary people cannot comprehend. #GateWeb3正式升级为GateDEX