Even if it wasn't even noon, we dozed off in each other's arms. I awoke before she did and was just casually curling tendrils of her hair with my fingers. I was fascinated by its texture, its body and color. She woke up. "I know it's a mess. I just can't get my hair controlled. Maybe I should just cut it all off and get wigs..."

I was horrified! "No! No! I love your hair. All ways, any way, no matter the color or style...I know you always think your hair is your worst feature but that not even close to the truth. I love you hair, love sticking my...