You tell me, "My hair is just too frizzy, too big."

I tell you, "Your hair is just too luscious, too gorgeous."

The feeling of your soft spirals against my cheek drives me insane. I could comb my fingers through your everlasting locks for hours.

The natural scent of your cherry blossom shampoo is what draws me in. No, scratch that. The light brown highlights tucked and spread around between your curls are a big pull.

When you get ready in the bathroom adjacent to our bedroom all I can do is sit at the edge of our bed and stare as you silently judge your hair through the mirror.

I watch as you constantly pull at the ends and sigh angrily in frustration because the comb can never go through with out harshly tugging your head down.

I watch as you try a different hair style minutes after minutes because no style can ever work.

I watch you struggle with a lopped sided smile and a raised eyebrow both etched on to my face.

I watch you until I can no longer take your cute angry huffs anymore.

So, I lift my body up and walk over towards you. I stand behind you and grin as you nervously stare at me through the mirror. Looking at you I know what you're thinking.

You say to me, "You probably think my hair looks like a mess right now."

No, I think it makes you look like a goddess. Earthly and lovely.

I shake my head in reply and smile again. Slowly gripping the comb out from your palm I urge your tensed shoulders down and for you to stay still. I slowly take each curl piece by piece and comb through it in silence. I can feel your eyes on me.

You're fascinated.

As am I, with the fact that you hate your hair so much, because in my viewing it is magnificent. Whoever put the idea in your head that your hair is too big is a fool.

As I finish up on brushing your hair I smooth it out with my hands. I leave it as it is. No hairstyle. Nothing. Just free.

"You see this?" I question, towering over your nervous stature. 

"See what?"

You look at me through our reflections with confused eyes. I step closer behind you.

"You. I see you. And your hair. It's free. I'm in love."