∙∙∙∙~~~~∙∙∙∙~~~~∙∙∙∙Your hair is a super soft and dark brown, but when your hair was longer it was lighter almost blond. I love your hair no matter the color, I just hope it was just as soft and fluffy like it is now.
Should I tell you about my favorite parts of your hair?
Well for starters it's after you've gotten out of the shower because your hair is almost black in color. It's really something to behold. Then depending on you brushing it or not, it'll either be tame or unhinged. I love that your hair is so curly no matter if you brush it back or let it flow free.
I absolutely love it.
I could play with your hair anytime of day, it doesn't matter if you've showered or not it always feels amazing when I touch it.
It smells so good too!
I could spend every waking moment playing with your short curly hair. I love the way the curls wrap around my fingers, and the way my fingers glide smoothly through your locks.
Do you realize how amazing your hair is!?
It doesn't matter if it's wet, dirty, greasy or knotted. I will always be happy to play with your hair, especially after you shower.
Only because you smell so good.
The sweet scent of your shampoo and your natural musk really tickles my nose in pleasant ways. After a day that sweet smelling shampoo is faint but your natural scent becomes more prominent. For some reason it always smells like a cedar tree fire, with a dash of spruce.
How do you smell so lovely without even trying?
I love your hair a few hours after you've showered, it's a lot fluffier and soft. I could rub your head for only a few minutes and I'd be able to feel your hair against my finger tips for days. Even now, I can smell your scent and feel your warmth. It's something beautiful actually, I know it sounds weird but I can't help myself. Not only do you look like a snack but you smell like one too. (Hahaha)
Do you know how much I miss you right now?
It's only been a few hours since I last seen you but I wish I could've stayed longer and talked to you. I wish I could've wrapped my arms around your torso while you push me closer to your chest. That's my favorite place to be.
Did you know that?
Do you wanna know why?
It's because I can smell your scent and take in your warmth at the same time. There's nothing quite like it, if I'm being honest. Very few people have that scenes of home. Maybe it's because you're tall and I feel so protected. But we both know that's not even a fraction of what it really is. I don't know how else to put it besides telling you I love you. I love being around you. I love your body and the warmth it produces, and on top of that your smile is the best even though I've already talked about them. I still love your closed lip smile, and that chuckle you do right after. It makes my stomach do flips and my body tingle. There's so many physical qualities I can go on for days about. But you know the one thing I love out of all them is your hair. Your hair isn't the only think I like, obviously. But it's one of the only things you ask me if I want to touch, which doesn't revolve around you getting a back rub. You don't ask me directly but I know you always say, "You got until -:— to play with my hair." Then you tilt your head down to my level so that I can play with your hair, and I always somehow convince you to let me play with it for an additional 5 minutes.
Did you know that if I had only 5-10 minutes to live I would spend it rubbing your head?
But we both know I'd spend most of it hugging you, and telling you all my favorite things about you. You wouldn't be able to comprehend the look in my eyes, or how desperate I'd be to hold you, or me admiring things about you. I bet you would be dumbfounded with all the things I love about you. You'd be speechless from from how much I love about you because you probably don't even like them yourself.∙∙∙∙~~~~∙∙∙∙~~~~∙∙∙∙
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A Love Letter
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