He's in love with my hair

 

 He loves my hair. You won't believe me when I say he's more concerned about the shampoo I use, then I ever will be. It's cute that way. He would get so upset when I talk about cutting my locks. He'd brush my hair for hours and smell them. He even oils my hair for me. He'd smell his hands after touching my hair; says it smells like some summer fruit. He never remembers what fruit that is. He brings me all kinds of accessories to wear on my hair, you know the pins with rhinestones on them. He once got me a hair clip customized with studded pearls, both black and white, from Hyderabad. 

And sometimes when he gets angry, he'd grab my hair and drag me across the house and hurl me onto a wall before hitting me with the next thing his hands could reach.