It all started at university in 2018, in an internal organization. She was the queen of documentation, an organized, beautiful, and high-maintenance girl. I was the classic engineer guy—late to meetings, living off caffeine with messy looks. Naturally, we clashed (read as: she's too hard to get).
Our first moment together came during the Internship—three months, less sleep, too many deadlines, and less paid intern fee. I handled the data, she led the project and documentation. We didn’t work smoothly. We faced high-frequency dissent, delayed project release, etc.
We got even closer during a data campaign #AyoPakaiData. Daily standups became nightly calls. Our Jira board grew, and so did something unspoken between us. She once stayed up all night checking and testing my data, and still sent me a good morning text with a bunch of humor. That’s when I knew—this wasn’t just collaboration.
After my mom passed away at the end of 2021, I withdrew. I never felt a word called “love” again. But she didn’t try to "fix" me—she just stayed. Quiet support. Random care packages. Gentle humor. Slowly, she filled the silence in my life. One day, mid-coffee, mid-laugh, I realized—she’s it. The missing piece I didn’t know I’d been searching for.
Eventually, we stopped pretending it was just about work. One night, she joked, “Should we make this project permanent?” I replied, “The project or the relationship?” She answered with a smile.
Now, in the middle of 2025 we’re planning to launch our future project. Sure, I still forget to review all scenarios, and she still roasts my spaghetti code and documentation. But in love and life, we’ve found our perfect merge and commit.
#enHANcedbyRAFI
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