His hair has always been my weak point.
The way it flowed between my fingers.
The way I could bury my face in his neck and feel his soft curls tingle my cheeckbone.

He's once asked me; should I cut my hair?
And I responded; Ohh hell no! If you do that I'm gonna break up with you!

Well now he's broken up with me and I guess nothing was holding him back anymore.
It's gone now, the beautiful hair that pulled me in at first. The hair that made me go crazy all those times. It's gone just as much as he's gone.

And I know I'll never get it back.
I just started wondering whether I'd want it to.