Good

I got a haircut today, little sweetheart. It was long overdue. You know how I am. I'll let it go for ages and get terribly scruffy.

I can never get a haircut and not think of you. I was procrastinating about it once. I didn't have someone to see in SF and I was a bit fussy about that. You liked a place just down the street from your apartment. Lee's. You took me by there and they seemed nice.

I still wasn't completely convinced but you told me it might be good if I wore shorter hair. I'd look "a bit less like a crazy old man", you said. I told my friend Sheri that because I thought it was hilarious. True and very very funny. But you were aghast. "She'll think I'm not good to you!" you cried.

Oh, my little sweetheart, no. No one could ever think that. I make sure. I never stop talking about you. How you saved and changed me and called me your treasure.

That day I went to Lee's, I was a little surprised in the end by how much he cut off. How short it was. But when I walked home to you, you smiled and kissed me and said simply, "I love it".

That's all I needed. That's all I ever needed.

Love you forever.