I had this dream. I was riding my bike. I don’t even know where I was, but it was beautiful. There was someone on the back, their legs squeezing me, arms around me. We were just fucking going. Flying. I thought about how free I felt out there. Like the whole fucking world was waiting for me to explore it. I could go anywhere or do anything. I had someone I loved riding with me, willing to go wherever the fuck I took them, and all I could think about was the fact that if I didn’t fight, I couldn’t have this.
