A confession of sorts

My ex and I dated for four years. She has pin straight hair, and knew about my kink. I cut her hair for her, and did various braids and styles as appropriate.

A few years after we broke up, I moved across the country for work. We were both single at the time, and she made a strong suggestion that she should come visit me. Stupid me didn't realize it at the time...

A few years later, we were talking (we are on decent terms, the breakup was a mutual fault). And we talked about what would have happened if she did come over to visit me.

It was super hot in my apartment at the time I lived there, so I sort of started a roleplay that she couldn't be comfortable there with her long hair. And we would need to cut it shorter. The whole scenario of cutting her hair short. She loved it.

Too bad it could never happen due to reasons...

Since then, if I have trouble falling asleep, I picture cutting her hair as if we DID meet up....

Parallel universes exist, right?