Why does a leaf falling in its singularity look more beautiful than in its full glory crowning a tree?

Why does one drop of rain make my nerves tingle more than being engulfed in a sea of ice?

Why do I remember the way you looked at me with a hooded gaze and the gentle hum of your voice, but nothing of the words you said?

Tell me, why is it that I will be more beautiful in memory, than living with a warm blush in my cheek?