Today you are the and in between Scriptwriting and Theories. You are the conjunction of the fun discussion and humiliating recitation. You are the battery I forgot to charge, the smudged eyeliner I did not bother to wipe, and the stomach hungry of butterflies.
As if cups of coffee were not enough to calm me down and hype me up, you stand along the corridor waiting for your class to start. I force my cheeks not to turn the same color as my sweater, or at least do I try. In three seconds, I counted, you searched for where my eyes are and make no effort to turn away. In three seconds are where all my frustrations and heartaches and all the bullshit I deal with come to halt. In three seconds I am sure it is me you are looking at.
Today is the right amount of humiliation and seeing you. Today is the right amount of embarrassing stupidity and reciprocating certainty. Today is the right amount of sharing three seconds with you.