i barely knew her and my heart ached because i missed her. i wanted to know everything about her. i wanted to know what evokes passion in her, i want to know what makes her smile and laugh and cry. i want to know what dreams fill her head at night and what she looks like as morning sunlight kisses her skin. i wanted to know all her scars and climb the slope of her lower back, to know the touch of her fingertips and to count her ribs and goosebumps, even her eyelashes. i want to be fluent in her body language; i wanted her entirely and unconditionally.