Never in a million years I would have imagined myself riding a motorcycle on Cheia this Sunday with the coolest biker I know.
Loved the way he got everything ready for me and mostly how being my ride home made me feel alive again after such a long time. He doesn’t know and I guess I don’t neither but the rock-chick is starting to breath a little.
Now I understand from where it comes “you never forget your first time”.
It was just like getting my tattoo over one year ago:
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