The half Bitcoin I gave her

A few days ago, I saw the market crash and suddenly thought of last winter— I heard she was close to a margin call, staring blankly at the half Bitcoin in my wallet, I didn't charge any bz gold, just held on.

That coin was given to her in the winter of 2017. Before I graduated from university, I was waiting for her at the bus stop, the wind made her nose turn red as she bounced over, holding her phone, and asked me what the “Bitcoin” I was looking at all day was. When I took her phone, my fingertips were burning; it was the 0.5 BTC I had saved for half a year, spending countless nights to buy, and I specifically chose an address ending with her birthday.

“This thing will be expensive in the future.” I handed the phone back, not daring to look into her eyes. The latter half of the sentence “I will be with you in the future” rolled around in my throat a few times and got swallowed. Back then, I was always afraid I couldn't give her what she wanted, and my inferiority wrapped my courage tightly; I could only stuff my expectations into that half Bitcoin, hoping that when I got better, I could tell her “I didn't lie to you.”

Later, we lost contact, and every time I saw BTC hitting new highs, my heart was half sweet and half anxious — sweet because I didn't lie to her, anxious because would she have sold the coin early and forgotten about it? It wasn't until last year when I heard of her choice that I breathed a sigh of relief: it turned out she had always remembered, this coin in her heart was no longer just simple money.

Someone asked me if I regret not being more explicit?

I don't regret it. This half BTC is our unspoken promise of youth, accompanying her for eight years, and it also made me realize: some sentiments were never in vain. As for whether there will be new highs in the future, it doesn't matter anymore — what truly holds value has never been the continuously rising price, but the unchanged sentiment hidden in the 0.5 BTC. $BTC