Dear Hair,
Like a trifling ex, I want to apologize for all the sht I have put you through. I am sorry for all the days I showed you no attention or moisturizer. I am sorry for all the cold and lonely nights spent without a satin scarf to keep you safe and warm. I am sorry I spent those Saturday mornings in those salons letting all those people manhandle, burn and slice you, and then tell me that you would never be pretty enough to be free.
I'm sorry, hair. But things have changed. You know we're at a new place in our relationship now. I'm working hard to make all those things up to you. You're the one for me, and I don't want to lose you. I just want us to be happy the way we are. I'm ready now to take care of you. To provide you with the conditioner you need. To give you the most virginest of extra-virgin olive oil rinses. But I'm also ready to listen to you. I thought I knew what was best, but I don't. Teach me, hair. Guide me, like a flying kick to that stylist's windpipe. I gave you that keratin spray because I thought you would be overmoisturized by now, and you dried up and crunched at me. I should have asked if you needed it first. From now on, I will let you call the shots on what you need. I know you're doing your best and giving me all the hints you can. So I'll have to get better at understanding you.
I'm sorry, hair. I love you. You're cute, but you're beautiful when you're happy and healthy. We're in this together, me and you. We're gonna work this out so we can be ready for Thunderdome 2013.