[ WP ] Tell me about the most beautiful man/woman you 've seen or met in your life .

It was on the F train to Brooklyn. 
 
 She was dressed in a tastefully understated green and gold ensemble. She wore roman sandals with laces that snaked up her calves like ivy up a wall. She looked uncomfortable. 
 
 Probably due to the ring of male admirers circling her, staring at her slack-jawed. 
 
 And me. 
 
 I was tempted to take a photo of her. Because the proportions of her face were breathtakingly perfect. Timeless, elegant ratios beautifully expressed through soft planes of flesh. I hated to do this to another human being, but I had to unabashedly stare at her. My eyes desperately drinking in every detail of her face. Mind struggling to reverse engineer her glorious visage. I must memorize her face and then accurately depict it as quickly as possible once I found a pencil and a piece of paper so I could stare at it forever. 
 
 That would be my life now. 
 
 She tried looking out the window in an attempt to ignore the strange, simpering faces of her fellow travelers. 
 
 I carefully studied the components of her head. The smooth curve of her neck, her full, sculpted lips crowned by a small round nose flanked by high cheekbones and beautiful Sanskrit eyes. 
 
 Maybe I could follow her off the train, explain my situation, and ask to take a picture of her. 
 
 So that I could craft her visage onto my greatest masterpieces. So my eyes could drink in her divinity every morning. Her flawless blue black skin reminiscent of ancient pharaohs carved into smooth, cool onyx, their silent, perfect forms suggesting the profound depths of space. 
 
 That's not weird, is it? That would n't ruin anyone's day or anything. 
 
 Okay, it might. 
 
 I looked at her, scrunched against the glass, as if she was attempting to melt through the side of the car. 
 
 She did n't seem to enjoy being beautiful, which of course only added to her beauty. As rather beautiful woman myself, I was digesting the strange emotional distress I felt knowing I would have to let this perfect stranger go. So this is what being instantly consumed by love felt like. Painful and very real and hopeless all at once. 
 
 The train rolled and heaved to a stop and she blasted through the doors as soon as they jerked open. I watched her weave through clusters of people, off the platform, and away from me forever.
