Hair seems like a really bad reason to love someone. It can easily be changed, and often does so by itself. You tell me a lot that you won't be a redhead forever, seeing as your dad used to be one too. And yeah, when it changes, or falls out, I'll miss it, but I'll love you anyways. The reason why I decided to put this as the first thing was because it was the first thing that stuck out. I saw your hair, and was instantly attracted to you. It set you apart from everyone else- for some reason, even your twin's hair didn't seem as vibrant, or coaxing. Your hair obviously knew how to commit subterfuge against me, that's all it must have been. Like an insect drawn to a flower, even though the flower has nothing to offer it.
I suppose that's a bad comparison, though, because you've given me so much.
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