I always knew I would love you.
From the first moment we met, I inhaled your scent and recognized it as an old friend.
I was in your presence for seconds before I was certain I would love you forever.
Unfortunately, I am unable to be with you often.
I have other obligations: school, my children, my husband.
But I think about you all year, longing for the feel of your heat on my skin.
When we meet, I melt into your hot embrace; I sigh; I am content.
I have missed you.
However, mere minutes into our reunion, I remember why I stayed away; why I am not with you more often.
You can be mean.
Last year you broke my straightening iron. Broke it right in half.
So this year, I decided to give you what you want.
I know you prefer me with curls.
So that is how I am wearing my hair for you.
I have left my straightening iron behind.
You like me wild and crazy, and looking all gooney-goo-goo; so that’s how I’m going to be for you.
But now you’re being ridiculous.
This look you want me to wear is beyond curly.
I look like a scouring pad.
So Florida humidity, you no longer get a say in my appearance.
Your micromanaging ways are over.
IF I come back next year, I’ll be arming myself with better hair accessories.