I miss having long hair.
Twirling it with my fingers whenever I have my hands free.
Swimming and feeling the hair being pulled and gliding together with the water.
Fast messing my hair and I'll get frustrated cause it'll make it tangled.

So dearest hair, I'm keeping a good care of you.
I won't be colouring you. Nor will I have you dealing with heat.
Now, please grow healthily. I miss you.