I had a beautiful epifany last night before I cried for you. You who will read this do not leave a comment Because I dont care But when you do read this I hope you feel a connection. Your hair is beautful. So straight and curly and smooth. When You walk into the room and the slight breeze pushing Your hair back, Is something that I can not describe with words. I love the way You run down the halls and Your hair moves to the back of your head, in that same swooshing movement. The way You play with it is more than anything I could ever imagine it. The way You sit down and it kind of poomps is unbelivable. The way You sat in front of me. Allowed me to lean forward as if I were working hard, but instead I just wanted to smell it.