"You" //m.g.c

1.Curls

note: this story is written in all lowercase

that one curl that always hangs from your face. on the left side right above your eye lid.
its the one that you relentlessly try to blow out of the way and never succeed.

that curl is a part of you.

its apart of me.
its the first thing i noticed when i first saw you in the hotel lobby the first day we met.

the second thing i noticed was the little baby hairs next to your ear. you know the ones that wont tuck behind your hair because they're too short so they just curl lightly against your skin.

i love that.

and don't worry cause the rest of your curls,the rest of your beautiful curls i love them too. they make you,you.
i love how sometimes you run your hands through them and they either fall back to your face or they stick together on the top side of your head. right where you left'em.

and when you wash your hair or it gets drenched by the pouring rain the water droplets swirl down them and land where they please,and you let them.

when i asked why you don't blow dry it or wrap it up in a towel like i seen my sister do many times before, you told me.

"the curls and the water they both have minds of their own and they drip and drizzle and twist where they want and i let them cause they don't hurt not a thing"

and when you ask me if you should tame them,your curls,im quick to say no cause every single one of them symbolizes a memory from our past and a vision of out future.
maybe a big house with a pool and a baby girl with curls like yours.
or a baby boy...with curls,like yours.
when i told you i get dizzy just by looking at them you laughed and told be im a dork.

you said

"if you stare at them long enough you'll get hypnotized"

and that i did.

when you talk i sometimes get lost in them they're mesmerizing they spin me into another dimension.
i love them,did i mention that?

almost as much as i love you.

almost.