It's strange how one occurrence can change you as a person. A broken heart; a healed
heart; falling in love or even reuniting with an old friend.
The reunion helps you remember who you were before all the bad occurrences
that made you into what you are today.
Because of that just maybe, you can take one small step closer in healing that broken
soul.
Or maybe not.
It's 7am on a Sunday in a cold December and I've been awake since five. I bought a
permanent hair dye package and dyed my hair to my original shade of brown. Now I'm
sitting on my bed in my robe with my hair dripping wet.
Lazily, I plug in my hair dryer ignoring the fact that I may disturb my roommates'
sleep and begin drying my hair.
Couple minutes later, I'm dressed in washed out sweatpants, a tank top, and my hair
is tied up in a bun. The dye didn't work that well so the ends of my hair had a blonde tint
to it. I didn't mind really.
Feeling bored, I text Zane.
Me: Give me your attention.
