I miss you...

"My forehead occupies three-fourths of my face" I tell her while stuffing my face with pizza.
"Oh God!" she rolls her eyes, but I am immune to her judgmental eye-rolls and impatient hmmms. So I scream and point at it- "Really...look!"

"Hmmm.."

I measure its length between my thumb and finger, and compare it to the rest of my face.

She bursts out laughing.

"I think I need a flick..." I mope into the diet coke.

"Me too" she adds in her patent I-feel-your-pain kinda way, "I have a widow's peak"

We study our reflections in the window.