“Is your hair as soft as all those curls look?""No.”

“You looked so beautiful- your hair spread out around your head against the linoleum. Though your think brown curls had thinned since you'd started losing weight, they still fell in soft waves. You reminded me of a mermaid, your skin all shiny, your lips so full compared to the harshness of your angular cheekbones and pointed chin.”

“The things I've bought from strangers in the dark would curl your hair.”

“Both of my hands wove into her hair again and clutched at the soft curls. No matter how I tightened my grip, the strands kept falling from my fingers, a shower of water from the sky.”

“I stayed there, curled up into the warmth of your body, under the blankets, like something soft in a shell. Your arms were firm as rock around me.”

“I looked at you... and saw your goodness, your hope, and your faith. Those are what make you beautiful. So, so beautiful.So it was't my hair?”