When I imagine your face, the first thing I see is your perfect Hollywood smile. It's almost intimidatingly beautiful. As I travel up, I see your slightly crooked button nose that got broken while playing soccer. Just above, I see your long black lashes, which never fail to make me jealous. They border your dark brown eyes, which are warm, inviting, and filled with affection. I think of your thick brows that you scrunch together when confused or arch when pretending to do blue steel. I finally land on your dark hair styled to perfection, but you always complain about.