The wrinkle on his forehead, just above his eye, deepens as he gets even further confused. I reach to the depths of my mind to search for someway, to explain my situation. As I go on, and on, and on, it seems that the blank look on his face turns to suddenly becoming lost, bewildered by the mere words that I am speaking. As he goes to speak, he utters a few simple words that only I could not understand. What he has said to me was short, and what most would take to be simple. But as I stand there with my mouth half open as to question what he has just said, I realize that what I say will have no effect on him. My heart drops, all hope for me is lost. I cover my face for the tears on my cheeks will even further humiliate me. A hand is now resting on my shoulder, and as I look up from my make up smeared face, he has noticed that something is wrong. How can I tell this man......I'm Lost....