Karen curled her hair for valentines.  He thought  maybe it could be, but it wasn’t.

They had dinner then went to his house to watch a movie. He went to stroke Karen’s hair, but it was stiff, and the curls didn’t move much.

Not Like Hers.

Her hair was so soft, curls between his fingers, she always wore her hair in smaller curls, but that night her hair had been so shiny, soft, the loose curls bobbing as she walked away from him, she left him alone.

Less then a second later Karen turned to him, “I love you Jim.”