For a long time now, you haven’t really liked how long your hair was. It fell to the middle of your back and it was getting irritating to deal with. You didn’t like the way it tickled your back and the way it was so hard to brush, and the way it got caught on things sometimes.

You wanted to go and get it cut somewhere, but you couldn’t find a place that seemed right, for some reason. And usually when you cut your hair you did it yourself. But your boyfriend, Andrew, didn’t know this. You haven’t cut your hair in a long time and haven’t done anything to it since meeting him. But it was time for a change, you figured.

So, there you stood in the bathroom, scissors in hand as you grabbed a chunk of your hair, snipping it and letting the discarded hair fall to the floor. Now, your hair sat at your shoulder on both sides, it looks nice.. it was pretty. It looked beautiful to you… but you kind of wanted to get Andrew’s input.

Andrew was downstairs, messing around with his guitar and playing around with chords when he heard you calling for him from the upstairs bathroom. He jogged up the stars and pushed the cracked door open, his eyes widening a little before he grins just a bit, listening to you ask if it looked even and if it looked okay. He was quick with his response,

“It.. it looks great! I didn’t know you were going to cut your hair today.”