He cut his hair. It makes me sad, though I’m not really sure why. There’s just a twisty feeling in my chest when I think about it and remember yesterday, when he peeked up at me, long silky blond hair hanging down his face. It doesn’t look bad, but still. I don’t like it. I feel like he didn’t actually wanna cut it. And then I remember. Girl. They called him a little girl. Is that why? But his hair was so pretty…
