Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to George Lucas. The girl with the fabulous hair is all mine.
I love your hair. Nothing in the galaxy is perfect, but there's nothing that I don't like about your hair. I love the way it's blacker than anything I've ever seen, and the way it slides around when you let it down loose -- the way it teases you, from nape to hip, like a lover's hands. I love watching it spring and curl and change shape when you move.
I can't tell you this, of course. We're too close already, and I don't like you like that, and I don't want to break your heart. But I love your hair.