LOVE AT FIRST BITE

Okay, let me honest now — I’m not the kind of person who experiments with food. You know those people who walk into a restaurant, scan the menu like it’s a mystery novel, and pick something new every time? Yeah… that’s not me. I’m the loyal, safe-ordering type. If I find one thing I like, I’ll stick to it like it’s a lifetime contract. No risks. No regrets.

Back when I was a kid, my family friends would drag me to KFC. While everyone else munched on crispy fried chicken, licking their fingers like it was the last meal on Earth, there I was — quietly sipping my Pepsi, minding my own business, judging them for getting so emotional over a piece of chicken.

But life has a funny way of humbling you. One fine day, out of pure boredom (or maybe peer pressure — still unclear), I took a bite of that golden, crunchy, perfectly seasoned KFC fried chicken. And just like that… BOOM. My whole world flipped. I saw colors. I heard a romantic violin playing in the background. I swear, if someone had proposed to me at that moment with a bucket of KFC, I would’ve said yes.

And since then, KFC fried chicken isn’t just food for me. It’s a mood. It’s therapy. It’s my go-to stress reliever and happiness booster. People find love in people — I found mine in a crispy, juicy piece of chicken. And honestly? No regrets.

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