Ethan likes it, and that’s what matters.
When we combed the aisles for the color I wanted, E pulled me down to his level and told me that he really likes my yellow hair but he’d love me no matter the color. It has a bit of red highlight in person, and oddly, my hair looks healthier and fluffier. I know because E told me so.
I keep catching glimpses of the hair in my periphery and think, “What the hell is that?!” Oh, my own damn hair.
The much-requested picture.