You had started dating Miguel about a year ago, when he had his gorgeous long hair. Many call it the girlfriend effect, some call it just getting older. Now, today was the day. He was getting his gorgeous locks cut off. You were so nervous, but you knew he'd look good, he'd look handsome no matter what.

You sat cross-legged on the couch in the salon, scrolling through your gallery when you came across a photo of you and Miguel when you first started dating. You were smiling, holding Miguel against you as he stared up at you. He looked so in love with you, so infatuated. Like he could stare at you for infinite hours and never get bored. You could hear Miguel laughing with the stylist. You lift your gaze from your phone, only to see the back of Miguel's head, most of his long hair cut off. His hair looked like a nice length, though. You hadn't seen the final product yet, but your heart was thudding at the anticipation. You came across another photo of you two, this time one of you kissing his cheek and him having a big grin on his face. He was so handsome, and he belonged all to you. You heard a throat clear from behind you, turning your head around and feeling your breath catch in your throat. He grinned, "So, how do I look?" he said, walking closer to you. The jacket you had gotten him for his birthday was in his arms. He had a messy middle part, and his hair was fluffy with his natural waves peeking through. His hair was shorter, sure, but he was no less handsome.