When I got into university,I discovered how much I love archaeology.

I never expected it,but I am so glad I found something that I like.

But also,I started seeing statues in a such different light.

They are so beautiful.

But not in a view way beautiful.

The attention in detail the sculptor put.

It's amazing.

I wish I could touch them.

Run my fingers along their marble fingers.

Dance my hands gracefully along their fragile body.

Feel every detail,curve,muscle,texture of clothing on them.

That's normal.

Right?

But is it normal wanting to press my lips against their marble ones?

Have my fingers feel the hair the sculptor gave them?

Their eyes look so real,yet so empty.

But I still want to hold them close,breath against the marble and whisper beautiful words that they never really heard.

But it is like a forbidden love.

Don't touch it.

You will break it.

But they don't know,how much broken i have been in my life.

So i will treat everyone,even those marble people,like they are a fragile piece of art.

But if my touch can break you.

Then I am sorry.

I am sorry I won't be here to caress your cheek.

But I don't want to see you cracking because of my foolish acts.

-one of my guilty pleasures

～✿～✿