I spent the night with my boyfriend and in the morning I woke up and he was sitting on the edge of the bed looking out the window at the thunderstorm outside. I love thunderstorms, so it was a really pleasant thing to wake up to. Then when he turned around to look at me and saw that I was awake, he said good morning and started running his fingers through my hair. It was so calming that I fell back asleep for a few minutes.
For some reason it reminded me of this day, way back before we started dating, when we were in art class and my hands were covered in clay. I couldn’t move the hair out of my eyes, so he reached across the table and did it for me. It surprised me a lot and I kind of froze for a second, but I was flattered.
Gah, it was the sweetest thing. I still get all warm and happy when I think about it. He joked that I needed a haircut, but then he said “Actually, you should leave your hair as it is. I think it looks good.” We were just friends back then, so when he said that to me it was beyond heartwarming.
Then afterward, he got paper towels and wiped my hands clean for me and…. I don’t know. It was just an oddly intimate moment for me, you know? Having him hold my hands and clean them. I can’t believe how much has changed since then. I wonder if he was thinking about that day too when he was running his fingers through my hair this morning.