I walked into the classroom and took a seat in the back of the room, which is really unlike me because I usually try to sit in the T zone. The kids were all 8th graders and I was a stranger among them, yet somehow, I understood what was going on. The teacher passed out papers which had your name across the top, it was your resume. You, of all people would be addressing the class on this very day. The last time I saw you was the day you walked me to my car, the sun beating down on us, I drove away feeling untouchable, because that’s the way you make people feel. You walked into the classroom and we exchanged apologetic glances, but somehow it wasn’t awkward and you came to the back of the room with me. You sat down in the wooden desk right beside mine and pulled it close until the desktops touched and I looked at you for a few seconds to make sure it was real. We whispered as the lesson started, we joked, laughed, smiled and you stopped, looked at me and kissed my forehead three times. I woke up not knowing how to feel.
