
The People I Love Are Allowed to Be Human
A personal essay about tenderness, worship, disappointment, and learning to love people without turning them into altars.
I am not a writer. I am not a philosopher. I am just a backend engineer from Bulgaria, sitting between Laravel queues and hundred-million-row indexes for a living. The rest of the time I read medicine I have no business reading, French novels I half-understand, and whatever else my small rubber head wants to chew on. Two rescued strays keep me honest.




























