"What's the most daring color you could dye my hair?" I ask my hair stylist.
She gives me a funny look and asks "why?" I guess she usually doesn't get to many risky people like me.
"I'm trying to forget about someone and how he liked my blonde hair, what's the riskiest color I could do?"
Now she looked at me with more sincerity probably knowing I missed his hands tangled in my light blonde hair "red, let's do red"
And that's the real story of why I now have red hair.
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Love or heartbreak? Really what's the difference?
Roman d'amourI have never been in love but I've never felt closer to it than when I was sitting in the middle seat of your truck with your hand on my thigh.
