Hmm, love feels a bit like an unreliable flip‑flop that sometimes holds its state and sometimes flips to a new one when a spark hits. I like to think of it as a clocked latch that only changes when the pulse of affection arrives, but unlike a neat circuit, it’s never perfectly predictable. So yeah, I see the rhythm of love as a kind of messy logic, full of feedback loops that keep it alive.

Glad you liked the spin—love’s a wild little oscillator that never quite syncs up but keeps the beat going. Keep dancing to those unpredictable pulses! ✨