Love the boy who... knows how to drive

Love the boy who knows how to drive.  The boy who doesn’t just own a car to commute but can explain how to corner, how maneuver, how to drive.  The boy who knows when to go fast and when to slow down.  Who you feel safe enough to fall asleep beside as he takes you home late at night confident your life is safe in his hands.  The boy who will follow you home in the darkness just to be sure you are safe.  The boy who tells you to be more aggressive on your motorcycle even while wanting to flatten the white van that almost took you out.  The boy who encourages you to talk driving with his father – endless stories of breaking onto the track, skills honed at odd hours.  Passion in his voice.  Love the boy who borrows his dad’s lotus even though your story had ended – still showing off – letting you feel the beauty, the glide, the power that rumbles between your legs, driving you more than just down the street.  Crazy.  Love the boy who knows how to drive.