Utter Embarrassment

I planned all night that when I saw you we would finally converse and that I would finally get to know you better. Between all of the passing glances. And not being able to catch up to you sooner. Tomorrow would be the day I catch you when your not busy and fill you in on what's been on my mind. But of all the craziest things. I forgot the words mid sentence. My lips moved but nothing came out. You stood in anticipation. I stood anxiously waiting for some type of sound. Constantly playing this moment in my head before actually getting to this moment. I stammered over every word. Stuttering over the simplest of words. I barely managed to get my name out. I held my hands out and paused. Inviting my lips to let at least one word out so this situation wouldn't be completely awkward. I continued to stand feeling beads of sweat begin to form against my forehead. In a climate controlled room I felt like I stepped inside of my own personal hell. The simplest of words were the devil. At that moment embarrassment became my biggest sin. I don't know if it was bitter sarcasm. Or a good sense of humor. But I did finally feel a bit of relief when you told me that you didn't speak good english either