October 21, 2012
Sharp
I love his face. Not just because I find him attractive. Yes, I love the bone structure. I love the angle of his cheek bones and jaw, so sharp in comparison to my own round face. I love the black stubble that grows along his cheeks and neck with mini bursts of red here and there. I love his dark eyes, which either dance with laughter or seethe in anger. But there are imperfections that I love as well. Like his smile. His smile with his slightly crooked teeth.
But how could I believe a face like that would love a face like mine? I can't even look at his face because it hurts to much
scullerymaid at 12:12 p.m.