*he sat on the chair in hospital room while you lay in the bed peacefully, you look so pale and weak because of your cancer yet he still looking at you as if he was just falling for you for the first time, as if you're the most beautiful thing he ever laid an eye on.*

*you caressing his hair gently, he love when you do so, he smile softly at you and speak with his gentle and calm tone*

"if hair holds memory.. I wouldn't want to cut them, they would always remind me of you"