There was this one young man today on train that sat on a seat infront of me. And I just stopped when I saw his cold pale green eyes with dark lashes. When I see people like that no matter man or woman, I just suck in their beauty. I want to remember every single feature of them. That's the power of beauty. I know that I'm only gonna remember his face as a picture in my head today. It'll get foggier every second. And because I secretly (or not that secretly) studied his face on the train after some time I'll only remember his face in theory, not as a picture.
There's one thing I know for sure. There is a meaning in beauty. If not than just for the sake of eye candy.