That was the last time he would say that to anyone.

You have nice hair? Even if the person really had nice hair, he would never utter those words again. He couldn't believe how much of an idiot he could be at times. The love of his life asks him what her best qualities are and all he can say is that she has nice hair? Pathetic. As she went back to filling out her online dating profile, he took a minute to look at her while mentally berating himself. But she did have nice hair--so nice he often wondered what it would be like to get his fingers tangled in it as he kissed her senseless. On the few occasions when he moved it out of her face or tucked it behind her ear he always marveled at how soft it was between his fingers. He loved how he could smell the faint scent of sweet gardenias from her shampoo when her head was close to his. He could never get enough of it. Yes, maybe he should have clarified that statement with those details, but he was flustered and he didn't want to expose his true his feelings if she didn't feel the same way. He wasn't brave enough...not yet.