if you were to ask someone else what your hair color is, they’d say ***** blonde. i never understood why they called it that, because to me, your hair is golden. it’s golden when it’s shining in the sunlight, it’s golden when your arms are wrapped around me, it was golden when you left me. when you packed up all of your belongings and left the cottage that we built together in my heart. it’s vacant and deserted, and i am silently begging for you to please come back. when you left me, your golden hair left you, replaced by a midnight sky that i wish i could be the stars of. i love the new hair, it looks absolutely beautiful on you. i wish i could tell you that. i wish that i could be the golden star shining the brightest within your sky. but i am sure that i burned out. and as much as i hate to say this, you deserve a sky full of stars that will shine better than i ever could have.