Two Relationships
A two-year romance with a long distance lover. A ten-year affair with my long hair.
The former was over like it never really had a chance. The latter, its consequent victim.
The first cut slammed my eyes shut, but soon it was easy to watch the layers fall. After having so many pieces of me broken off without my consent, it felt good to cut away something that was only mine to sever.
In time, Iâll stop reaching for the phantom curls that still hug me like lovers gone wrong. Sooner or later, dead ends and heartaches all fall away.










