When I put my head on your shoulder as we were walking, I heard you breathe and say, “Your hair is so soft.”
“Thanks!” My hair is a lot of things: thick, naturally wavy, long. It is also coarse and wiry. Softer than a burr’s hooks, maybe.
You don’t know enough heads of girls to know what softness is, and you don’t know enough heads of girls to know what softness is.