Golden
One
I watched your eyes while your fingers gently threaded through my hair. A long strand slipped through your fingers until the curl at the end caught your fingertip. You smiled and your captivated expression changed into one of pure delight as you took in the golden end.
You always loved the way my brown hair turned golden at the ends; you told me almost every time we saw each other.
You always loved the way my brown hair turned golden at the ends; you told me almost every time we saw each other.
♠ ♠ ♠
I know it's short, but it's a very important part of my life.