A year after I left my husband, I purposely dived into a serious relationship.
It was smooth as silk as I have planned. All because I have applied my secret formula of tender loving care. The gentle strokes here and there, the regular soothing massage, the scheduled dates to add color--to name a few.
Some of my friends thought that I was too old to start a new relationship while others expressed that it actually made me look younger than ever.
Well, I knew that I couldn't please everybody all the time so I just continued to enjoy my new-found love.
For five consecutive years I nurtured this beautiful relationship with all the love I could possibly give.
Then faster than a wink of an eye, it was gone.
With just one simple miscommunication, the only thing that made me feel like a beauty queen suddenly walked out of my life.
I had no premonition whatsoever that it will die sooner than I expected.
Want to know what happened?
My instruction to the hairdresser was to layer my waist-length hair to lessen the bulk. Much to my astonishment, she cut my hair before I could even scream "DON'T".
My beloved hair which I took care for five long years met its untimely demise right before my very eyes and I couldn't do anything to save it.
I wanted to cry but I couldn't.
Strange, but I didn't feel any pain anymore. Could it be that my heart turned into stone after what I've been through? I guess not. I'd like to think that I didn't get angry because my hair will still grow to whatever length that I want.
But for now, I have to settle for this: