To be fair, he always loved your hair.

It was long, soft and silky. God knows what you used on it to be like that, but he didn't care. He loved the feeling, how it looked as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You weren't even together, yet he liked to braid your hair as if he was your other half. Gently and full of love.

Even now, as you both sat at the break room, he softly hummed as he braided your hair.