I put my arms around him and kissed him, told him that I wouldn’t be gone long.
He put his hands on my cheeks, then moved them just over my ears.
He grabbed a handful of hair on either side and ever so gently pulled them outward and all the way up, until his hands touched each other.
He let the strands fall slowly back to my face, studying them as they dropped.
He repeated it two more times.
“Your hair is like a book,” he said.
This, in a week when I’ve been telling myself to cut it all off.
Life soundtrack: Pavement, “Cut Your Hair” Launch