September 25, 2016
27 days. You're asleep while I'm writing this. There's no hair covering your face, and I miss it. When you had it cut short last week I got sad. A selfish thing. I had wanted to leave behind a certain version of you. The long-haired girl who can throw her hair into a top knot in 3 seconds. When I wake up I'm greeted with warm breathing through a curtain of hair. A beautiful face framed with long hair. Nowadays you have a certain skip of lightness, you like your new hair. I need time to drink this in.