When I saw her

The first time I saw her, everything in my head went quiet.
All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have obsessive-compulsive disorder, you don't really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I'm thinking...
"Did I lock the doors? Yes."
"Did I wash my hands? Yes"
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips,
or the eyelash on her cheek,
the eyelash on her cheek,
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.