To my condish ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Please don’t judge me; yes I know I should be working.
But I can’t help it, thinking about it.
On my way to work, in meetings, trying to think on sensitive information, it just pops up unwanted.
Which should I get the 125ml or the 473ml, value for money surely the larger the better.
Or go for the smaller much easier to carry.
But what if I can’t control myself and slather thick gobs of conditioner every time I see, from corner of my eyes that light brown plastic package.
I know they say less is more and not more than once a week is the recommended dosage and too much can turn my hair to mush.
Surely not to me, we have a bond. You bond my hair and so ensure that all that falls were shed not broken.
Am I putting too much pressure on our relationship, should I hold back, play hard to get?
I am confident I mix it up enough already, with the protective styling, weekly deep conditioning, the oils, the scarf I hate to wear all night but do.
But you, my dear final step, you are the “eureka” to my Archimedes, the “apple” to my Newton dare I say it out.
What if I fall out of love with you, but I can’t see how, with you my A.D.R.I.R.T my hair will reach its zenith.