When you find the one who makes you look good, the one who makes you feel special — you go to different lengths just to get that feeling again.  You keep coming back.

You forget whatever hurts you’ve encountered in the past and look forward to the future.  You try and make time for each other — find ways through busy schedules and geographic locations.

And when you see each other again, you notice how things change, and a little time with the one kinda makes it feel like it all didn’t matter.

GODDAMMIT, MY STYLIST RAWKS.

From this thick, unwieldy mess…

to this carefully-(and purposefully)-dishevelled (fantastic) mess:

She makes me look younger, which is OSOM.  She’s going to be moving to a different salon this week.  (Different salon, same management)  Which would make my next haircut an adventure.  (I don’t know where the place is.)

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