Last year, second semester, I started something. Or rather, I stopped. Whenever I went home to see Kayla, I would shave. Once I came back to school, I wouldn't until I was going home again (more or less). It wasn't a hard and fast rule, but I generally followed it. I saw her every two weeks or so, so I'd get a bit scruffy but not too terribly, and then I'd shave again. Kayla hates facial hair, so it was partly a sort of rebellion and partly laziness when I knew I could get away with it.
Now I'm growing out my facial hair. I'm kind of going for a beard. I'm kind of just seeing how well it grows in. I'm kinda following what I started last spring. Tomorrow marks 4 weeks since I last shaved. And tomorrow marks 4 weeks since I saw Kayla.
(This is somewhat unrelated and as such might could go in it's own post, but I'm gonna stick it in here: 4 weeks is also the longest period of time I've gone without seeing Kayla since before we were dating. I don't even know when it would've been. Well over two years ago though. That's odd to think about.)
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