1.18

She had such beautiful hair, actually. Like: aesthetically pleasing. It all sort of sprang from one temple and swept around ecstatically in great looping curves. I wish I had her hair on my own head, perhaps, but maybe not because (what would that look like, even?). Or maybe just to be her friend so that I could look at it from time to time, just to figure out the how of it.

I don't know how to parse this feeling. Just give me a wig that reminds me of it and I'll be satisfied at that.