Sometimes I think you love me too

To anyone else, his face was just a face, complete with all the necessary parts but nothing too extraordinary. His eyes were brown, his nose a bit pointy, his lips the same pale as his skin. It was any man's face. But to her, it was the face of perfection. His eyes were their own small planets, explorers of worlds unknown, his lips were the keeper of secrets, his nose a gentle ripple across the sea. To anyone else, his face was forgettable. But to her, it was everything.