Hair today, gone tomorrow.

MasyaAllah. This video is too beautiful to not share. (Watch in HD!) Call me sappy but this. made. me. tear up. Get me a baby daddy like this please! 

On a semi-irrelevant note,

There was once a boy, who was adorably handsome. He had puppy-dog eyes, and a crown of dark, neatly coiffed hair. Most of the time he had it up, neatly masked in wax to give it a nice moisturized look, but sometimes when he's just chilling at home, he combs it down, and to the side, giving a more relaxed look to his face. A look that she adored about him most.

No, she wasnt talking about this gorgeous man.

Now this boy, took great pride in his hair. Rarely would he be seen with it, a strand out of place, and when it got to a certain length, all priorities would be directed to making an appointment with the hairdressers to get that mane cropped and trimmed to perfection. She, on the other hand would sometimes attempt to sneakily ruffle them up playfully, (much to his annoyance) but most of the time failing due to his lightning quick reflexes. His hair, was a no-go zone.

But on one particular day, a day she remembers to be a 'milestone' in their sweet courtship, was the day he felt a bit under the weather. She was sitting across from him, fully immersed in her textbook of 'Oral Anatomy and Pathology' and he was stressing out over some work-related matter she couldnt quite recall. All of a sudden, he got up, shuffled over all her notes she had sprawled next to her and rested his head against her bony shoulders. 

"Whats wrong hun," she asked, not taking her eyes off the page. "Its work, its making my head hurt. Could you give me a massage pleaseee."

Still concentrating hard on the page, she reached round blindly, first squeezing the back of his neck, working systematically up the back of the head, around the temples and eventually the top of the scalp. He had his eyes closed and was purring softly like a small kitten having its belly rubbed. She ran her hand through his hair, letting it slide smoothly between her fingers, whilst applying gentle pressure to the skin of his head. And as his soothing purring got a tad bit louder, she turned to face him. His face was so close to hers, she could make out the small wrinkles on his forehead. She noticed how his stubbly moustache had patched areas where there wasnt any stubble and how his eyelashes sloped downwards instead of curling up. She analyzed the little details, feeling so blessed to have this person in her life. 

Just as she was just enjoying the serenity on his face, his eyes popped wide open. Feeling a bit flushed that he caught her staring, she quickly blurted, 

"You know I'm messing up your hair, right?"

"I know. I'll make an exception this time, because I love..." he paused.

She started to blush, "Go on, finish your sentence then,"

Then with a cheeky grin, "because I love... getting head massages."

Pshhhtt.