Had a crack on my windscreen as I was driving to work earlier. Clearly it was a stone that came out of no where as I was not driving behind a 4-wheeler or some big vehicle.
I went to get it fixed right away after learning of a friend's past experience of having her entire windscreen cracked from a small 1cm crack just because she didn't get it fixed earlier and was exposed to rain and shine over the weeks.
It was a half an hour process and while I was waiting, I had a flashback of memories.
The other time when we went to fix his windscreen prior to getting his new car. I recall we were looking at the highway, and I spotted his then soon-to-be car, and I was all hyped out about it every time we saw one pass by.
I can even roughly remember what we both were wearing.
At that time, it was pure bliss, pure innocence, pure happiness. That same week, he asked my parents for their permission if he could have my hand in marriage.