I remember the first time she had her hands on my oh-so-cherished locks, how my glares made her hands tremble, she knew that all she had was that first blow dry.. And she totally rocked it.
And after that.. We were a match made in hairstyle-heaven..
She was there for me during my colour craze a la fushia streaks (ugh yes it wasn't all good, but she didn't judge xD), during my blonde phase and my auburn phase, in braids and waves.. She saw me going bridallistic all over the place, gave me the fake bob of my dreams..
She was there through big curls and sleek do's.. Through highs and lows.. Lights that is..
And now, she's leaving, oh my tresses how do I comfort thee!