Your Hair
I remember the first time we hung out as a couple, with your family.
Your brothers had created a nickname for you over the years that I had just learned; Fro Bro.
I never really understood why they called you 'Fro-bro'.
You didn't have a fro. Not at the time anyways.
Then you had curls that were close to your scalp and hated when people ran their hands through your hair.
Of course your hair grew out. And even then you were anal about people touching your hair.
Except me.
I loved running my hands through your hair. It was always so soft.
I sometimes wondered if you ever used Joe's shampoo.
I also loved how tight the curls were.
I could pull one down until it was completely straight and then release it and it would go back to the curl.
You hated it when I did that yet you let me play with them nonetheless always keeping that teasing smile.
