I stood rigidly as I watched Bonnie move away from me the way she used to years ago. I wanted to say something, perhaps have her stay, but words failed me. I remained there and watched her hair swing back as she hurried towards the door of **Anora's Coffee**.

As much as I could remember, I loved her hair. I loved it when she had it down and would not mind playing with my fingers through it.

But her hair was no longer straight. It was now wavy and of another color, unlike the golden brown that I knew.

But that did not mean that I would not recognize her...