Defining Feature
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Her hair is golden, brown, auburn and the color of rust. It is long, slightly wavy and always tangled. When she sleeps, it spreads over her pillow, over his hands, he breathes and it tickles his nose. She doesn’t know how much he loves it. He runs the silky strands through his fingers, watching the golden fibers glint in the sunlight and takes a deep breath. To someone who doesn’t know her, her hair is boring, brown, the same color as her eyes, always worn up. He, who knows the secrets of her body, can’t get enough of it. Her friends comment on its length and its variety of color, but for him, its defining feature is its smell, for it smells like all the parts of her. Her shampoo, her fabric softener, her sweat, it even smells a little bit like him…
and for that, he loves her.
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