letter to my valentine: If a person were an emergent, quasi-autonomous flow of information. Where this person can exist in multiple instances, some different from each other, some not. If we are outputs dependent on results that were computed in vast numbers of different histories of the same few atoms. Atoms existing in multiple instances that shape the person across different dimensions. If people were all that and more, it would suggest that soulmates can exist on this vast multiplicity of universes. Yes, it is a fact that people are universal explainers, so one's love for another spanning across multiverses should not be considered fiction. Would the origin of their love be from the beginning of infinity? After all, love is a computation which, given a theory of how the computer on which it runs works, establishes the truth of some abstract relationship. Most women may disagree with me, claiming that love cannot be an algorithm, naively believing that it is simply a feeling that cannot be explained. I often find myself in agreement, hoping they don't feel the same after I've slept with them. Yes, love is an unconditional, detached, and pure form of friendship that cannot be defined, but only falsified. It is a commitment to keep improving our explanations of each other, to learn beyond what I already know about you. This unpredictability of the content of future love is a necessary condition for the unlimited growth of that love. Yet, whatever branches the future contains, in this one I’m grateful you exist.