In a world of porcelain, it’s so easy to break. But not just from silly falls or stubbing your pinky toe against a table. Emotional pain can crack your skin too, shattering you. Everyone had their little fractures, scars on soft surfaces. Most were well hidden—superglue is magical.

Paul, a porcelain boy, and you loved each other, no matter the cracks, the scars. He liked to trace his fingers over yours. “It’s like following a path,” he would say. “It takes you to pretty places.”