I freed her face from my grasp and my hand began to roam her body. Just like the books I was reading daily to better understand her and my new role as a father, I wanted to study her for the rest of my days. Every day that she woke up a new version of herself, I wanted to be taught a new lesson. Get to know every single person she grew to be or regressed to meet. I wanted them all. I wanted her; everything included.
