Love.
For me, love isn’t about expensive gifts or fancy dinners. It’s the way my eyes glow when I spot you in a room full of people. It’s how my voice softens whenever I am talking to you.
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20 July 2025Read on Medium →
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I write to find out what I actually think. It lives on Medium, and it's personal rather than technical — attachment, growing up, the things that are harder to be precise about than a retrieval benchmark.
For me, love isn’t about expensive gifts or fancy dinners. It’s the way my eyes glow when I spot you in a room full of people. It’s how my voice softens whenever I am talking to you.
A while ago, I had a quick conversation with some friends about attachment and detachment.
The technical thinking that hasn't made it into an essay yet is all in the chat — ask it about evaluation or retrieval and you'll get the argument, shorter.