Long Hair

I thought when I cut a foot and a half off my hair junior year

of high school I wouldn't have to deal with long hair ever

again.

I realized I was wrong senoir year of high school when I was

still finding my long hair on all my clothes.

I realized I was wrong freshman year of college when my

roommate's long hair ended up on my tooth brush.

I realized I was wrong sophomore year of college every time I

played with the long hair of my two best friends.

I realized I was wrong junior year of college picking my

girlfriend's long hair off my clothes and hers.

I realized that I would always be wrong senoir year of college

while frantically lint rolling sheets of Leemur and Lily hair

off a sweatshirt so I could have her close without an allergic

reaction.

Sometimes knowing that I will always be surrounded by hair

bothers me. But then I remember who all the hair is from

and it just makes me happy that I live in a world with such

wonderful people.

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