"Love?"

    She repeats you slowly but you hardly hear her speaking because your brain is still buzzing with excitement and your every nerve ending is still on fire from having her lips on hers. Finally, after several moments, you nod your head.

    "Are you sure?"

    You nod even more fervently.

    "Well," she chuckled nervously, "you haven’t tasted my pancakes yet…," she says in a shaky attempt at humor. You can tell that your confession has shaken her up as she hops down off of the counter and runs a hand through her amber colored hair. She walks over to the kitchen table and places two hands on top of it, her back facing you.

    You have to wonder for a moment where her parents are. Then again this house is huge and they are probably lost.

    She turnes around to face you, "And you are positive that it is love. You aren’t blinded by a crush? You… love me?"

    "Yes…," you say your voice steady. God how many times do you have to say it? Are you not belivable or is she just blind to the fact that she makes you go weak at the knees every single time she opens her amazing mouth.

    "That is…that is…wow," she lets out an unsteady stream of air. Then after a period of slience she starts. "I love…I love…

    "Your hair."

    You feel your entire body sink slowly through the floor, darkness is surrounding you and there is nothing to hold on to. She slowly fades away so that the only light is the glow coming from yourself.

    She loves your hair.

    Are you surprised? You knew that. You weren’t expecting anything else…right? Still there is this undeniable need to scream and maybe to throw and break some things. Then in an instant you are back to reality. She is standing in front of you, uncertaintly and loss clouding her features, tears welling up in her eyes. You cannot even begin to imagine what you must look like.

   "I’m so sorry…," she whispers and then turns around and bolts out of the kitchen. You can hear her footsteps as she runs up the stairs.

    Once she is out of the room you feel yourself finally collapse inside. Large, heavy tears begin to come and fill your eyes. You stumble over to the table where she just stood to slouch down in one of the wooden chairs. You place your head in your hands and begin to sob uncontrollably. You are sure that everyone and anyone can hear you but you don’t care.

   Damn your hair!