I’m Scared that No One Will Like Me Like You Did, But

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.

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