during my more lucid moments , i 'd spent hours going over the tiny details of her face , details i loved : the delicate bridge of her nose , the tiny freckle right beside her left eye , the one dimple in her cheek that she 'd only get when she was giving me a wry half-smile , the look in her eye when i knew she was worrying about me , the way her upper lip formed the perfect , double arch of a heart ... a face leaning down next to me startled me from my work and i glanced over at the teacher leaning in , inspecting my drawing .