One night she told me the reason why her hair is so short.
She told me about her lover. How men are always afraid to break your heart.
‘See you soon’ is so much easier to say then ‘fare well’.
The truth is no big deal for them.
He said: “please leave me!”, and so she did. She did the heavy lifting.
He said: “Love is hell, I just can’t take it”. “F**k off” was her answer.
Then she told me he used to tell her how much he hated girls with short hair.
She went to the hairdresser and made him cut her long brown curly hair. When she came back she looked like Sinead o’connor. Or a cancerpatient. It’s all about perception.
17 days, 5 hours and 22 minutes later she saw him in the bar around the corner. He looked at her with disgust.
“what happened to you?”
“F**k off ” was her answer.
“Do you still think about him?” I asked intriged.
“Every day.”
Jitske Boscha ©2012