He was too skinny, his skin too pale, but to me, he was beautiful, like this thing I shouldn’t touch but couldn’t keep my hands off, and one time, when I plucked him from the shelf, I would drop him and break him. I knew that, but I also knew I would keep taking him down over and over again because I didn’t have it in me not to. I was too addicted to him, too obsessed with him.
