Your face. Your face is just mind-numbingly beautiful to me. When I look at you, all intelligent life leaves the premises, and I am but a glob of need. For the first time in weeks I had it in me to look at you squarely in the eyes, and you were not cold or uncaring at all. My anger melted away. I keep playing all the little nuances of your expressions over and over in my mind, dreading the moment they will be gone, knowing that will feel like watching something crucial to me sink into the bottom of an ocean. It's like trying in vain to hold on to a dream that mercilessly slips away.