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People often ask me why I love riding. They look at the machine beneath me and see danger. They look at the speed and see risk. They look at me and ask,  “Why would you choose something that can hurt you?” And they’re not wrong. Bikes  are  dangerous—especially when ridden fast. And yes, I ride fast. When the air slams against my face and the speedometer crosses 100, something strange happens. The world slows down. Sounds soften. Lights blur just a little. The weight I’ve been carrying—deadlines, disappointments, unanswered questions, unspoken pain—falls off my shoulders for a few seconds. In that moment, I’m not overthinking. I’m not anxious. I’m not broken or waiting to be understood. I’m just present. That’s where loyalty begins for me. Loyalty, to me, is not perfection. It’s not safety. It’s not the promise that you’ll never get hurt. Loyalty is what stays when things  do  hurt. People today talk about loyalty like it’s a badge, but they drop it the moment i...

Cheating, to me, has never been limited to bodies or moments behind closed doors. It lives in quieter places—subtle, invisible spaces where emotions wander before actions ever do. For me, cheating begins the moment something meant to be  ours  is offered to someone else. It’s emotional before it is physical. It’s attachment before it is touch. If you look at someone the way you look at me—the softness, the interest, the unspoken comfort—that is cheating to me. Because that look carries history, intention, and possibility. It carries  us . And when that is shared elsewhere, something sacred is diluted. If you are more friendly with someone else than you are with me, that is cheating to me. I believe, deeply and unapologetically, in being her first true best friend. Before the world, before others, before everything else— us  comes first. Love isn’t just romance; it’s priority. It’s choosing each other even in the smallest interactions. Everything else should fall seco...