The man you called your lover had quite the head of hair on top of him; luscious golden locks akin to the bright sun that only helped to match his personality. Countless nights where you washed his hair after a long night, playing with each thick strand as you fell asleep in his arms, but with long hair came annoyances. You loved his hair far too much, no way would he cut it. So he started to find more... unique ways of putting up his hair. Ponytails? Sure. Buns? Okay, but he always wanted to do something different, something much more exciting, and so when he came out of the bathroom with his brand new hairdo, the immediate smile it enticed, followed by laughter that could only warm his heart.

"Babe? Hey! What's so funny?"