Our eyes face the stage, but mine watched you the whole time. There's one part of your face I find most enchanting of all: your right cheek in low profile. You smile in incredibly complex yet simple portraits of dimples, curves and blushes, all on quite smooth skin beneath lazy Tuesday stubble, your eye visible only by its lashes. I only see this part of you when you look away from me. When you smile at someone else. But sometimes you turn around, just for a moment, and smile at me. In those brief moments you take my breath away.