p.a.p.e.r.

"it was as if he was made of paper. no; he did not look like a thin material derived from wood, rags or grasses. it was how he was on the inside; blank, simple and pure. when paper is crumpled, even if it is straightened, the creases always remain. he had bits and pieces written on his soul that were then rubbed off; leaving marks like erased footprints behind. it was how appealing he was to me, like fresh paper is. he made me want to write my name on his soul, made me want to read the erased words and write them in my memory. it was how it seemed as if he would tear apart if he even slightly experienced change; like how paper tears apart if it is soaked in liquid. it was how fragile he seemed, as if even the lightest touch of a sharp edge would tear him in pieces. and most of all, it was how he infatuated and captivated me by doing almost nothing."