He likes long hair.
I have been growing my hair from the last two years.
They grew. They reached just below my bra-strap.
But then, he was gone.
And my hair grew matted, and tangled.
Split ends, knots.
Tears. Sobs. Depression.
One day, I had enough.
I got up, I rose.
Smiled. And made my way to the salon.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
The knots, mats, tangles fell to the ground.
Now my hair falls just below my ears.
And I love it.
And I love me :)