you sat in your bed while chilling out, writing out poetry about your beautiful girlfriend. it was her birthday and you'd gotten her a Dyson air wrap because she'd been asking for it. you got her nails done, new clothes, perfumes, jewellery and gifts. she was very happy, but she was grateful and kind. she didn't care about your money and only cared about you and your love.

she was curling her hair, smiling widely as she stared at herself in the mirror. her hair was smooth, and looked beautiful. out of excitement, she called out for you as usual and smiled.

"honey, look at this! doesn't my hair look good? so new and curly.. and it's voluminous!"