I remember the time I showed someone I love how to shift the gears in a manual car. Actually, I remember all of the times I have done this. However, one in particular came to mind tonight, and I smiled at the memory.
We had gotten secret donuts together on the way to drive her home. She managed to do a good job shifting, as I drove and told her exactly what to do each time. Afterward, the gear shifter was sticky. I panicked at first, and then remembered the donuts. Who’d have thunk that a sticky gear shifter could make me smile, as opposed to recoil in tears? I cleaned it all off with little concern… something so rare for me. It meant that I really loved her, as well as the experience. I still treasure them both. 🙂
Post-a-day 2017
hannah ananas 