Unmade Choices: A Love Rebuilt

rning, I wa

been building since I was twenty-two. The market was at a peak I knew it wouldn't see again for yea

cuments of the future: a forgotten brick shell in a forgotten neighborhood. But I knew in five years, this "derelict" area would

an Francisco that week and called

, it's

you'd call," she sai

have the headquarters. I have the capital. I have a list of a dozen small star

ently just a handful of coders in a garage but would become household names. I talked about

p and focused, occasionally interrupting with a point

a madman," she said when I f

ace that quickly became the talk of the burgeoning tech scene. Our partnership was electric. We finished each other's sentences in boardrooms

d it happening. It wasn't a whirlwind romance. It was a slow burn, built on late-n

he SoHo loft was a fifth-floor walk-up with faulty plumbing. Julian's "art" wasn't selling. He spent hi

e starving artist faded quickly when faced with eviction notices and mounting credit card debt. I heard from a mutual

o satisfaction. Her story