That hair tie in your car has haunted me since we met.
Why was it there?
What is its story?
Who does it belong to?
As the weeks turned into months and the months into “I love you”
That damn hair tie haunted me more.
Why is it still there?
Who does it belong to??
Why is it so special?
And as the “I love you” turned into “I do” the haunting became torture.
Who is the girl?
Why don’t you want to erase the memories?
Is she always on your mind?
Today, I couldn’t be haunted anymore.
“Whose hair tie do you keep in your car? Why won’t you get rid of it?”
You said, “I didn’t even know there was a hair tie in my car.”