It's the kind of hair you get from spending untold hours on a beach, the sun and sand caressing your strands, before returning to real life and letting your roots slowly but surely creep back in.
The kind that comes from dipping your locks in liquid gold.
It says "Jordan Catalano WHO?"
And "It's okay if you want to touch. I understand."
It reminds you of waking up next to your lover, the morning sun just starting to poke through the window, and sipping cafe au lait as you prepare to face whatever the day has in store.
