I wanted to touch so much more of her, but it wasn’t just about the touching. I wanted to be close to her, in any way I could. Sitting with her in her room felt like stepping into another world. Her world. I wanted to learn about everything: the pictures on the walls, the clothes in her closet, the lines inked onto her skin. I wanted to know her. I wanted to explore her step by step like a new city. I wanted to memorize every street and neighbourhood, learn how they looked in the morning and how they sounded at night.
