Frustrating love-letter to my code

Dear Code,

It's true that we met like strangers meet in this world, but do you remember in what condition you were when we first met. You were not even able to express properly, no one could make out if you are just making comments or you really mean it. Your legs were crumbled and I gave you proper indentation. And in fact you didn't have spaces, so that you can breath while running, I gave you that.

And then you started demanding - I need a better editor, a good compiler and these many libraries - I gave everything I could and what did you give me in return - 'Millions of NaNs'. That is what you call true love?

You know, when I first looked at you, I got impressed because of your capability to handle so many functions but soon my happiness turned into sadness when I found most of the time I spend just looking at those blankly, rather than actually enjoying their fruits. And tell me one thing don't you feel you are very confused, why so many ifs and elses ? Well probably it's my fault that I forgot the age-old wisdom that it's impossible to understand women and tried to figure you out. Soon I realized, as I kept going, you are far more complicated to be deciphered by my mind. You know I am clueless when I see enormous variables in you, and more specifically you will be in what role in what variable name in what type and in what function.  

Lastly, tell me - why the hell you need so many so many classes and structures, can't you just be happy in a simple socialist society without hierarchies? 

Partly I blame it to your parents too, who have grown you up without actually giving you proper directions and references. They didn't realize that they won't be forever with you always and someday some one will come into your life, who will have to break his head understanding you. 

Well few days back, I met your ex-boyfriend 'debugger', with whom you spent a lot of time. He knows in and out about you, but if you ask me, I found him very irritating. He just gives some hints about something very private in you and starts smiling,  and I stare at him with blank face. By the way, I really found it disrespectful for me talking to him to understand you. I spent so much time with you, why  should I take anyone's help. Can't you just be little more open with me?

I feel I have slowly became a puppet in hand of you. Doing whatever you want, spending all my days and nights just thinking about you. But still, as they say, true love always wins, I am hopeful.  I am sure if I love you truly, I will be able to understand you and compile you someday.

Yours-in-Pointers

An Object