Hello Gorgeous,
It's funny how much I think about your hair, and like in a way that I would never have dreamed I would. The first time I saw you, it was down and just so beautiful in the sunlight. The next two times I saw you, you had it in a ponytail and it was so adorable. The playfulness was the perfect balance for the grace and confidence with which you carry yourself. Since then, I've come to know so many more ways your hair speaks to me. When you wear it down so it swings and sways as you walk and dance. When you wear it up in a bun, revealing the unimaginable beauty of your soft neck. In the morning, when it sweeps gently across your face, a soft beautiful mystery, or bunched under your head, neck, and shoulders like wild surf. When we talk, you inevitably play with it, and I like to think when I'm not around your beautiful hair is a surrogate for me, something for you to hold and stroke. Something to keep you warm. Something that can envelope you and keep out the world or hold you in the night. I hope it takes good care of you until I can, until you feel me put my fingers through it and push it off your face so I can kiss you.
Yours Truly
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