If I ask you about women, you´d probably give me syllabus of your personal favorites.
You may even have been laid a few times.
But you can´t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.
You´re a tough kid.
I ask you about war, you´d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right?
"Once more into the breach, dear friends."
But you´ve never been near one.
You´ve never held your best friend´s head in your lap, and watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help.
I ask you about love, you´d probably quote me a sonnet.
But you´ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable...
knowing someone who can level you with her eyes.
Feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you...
who could rescue you from the depths of Hell.
And you wouldn´t known what it´s like to be her angel.
To have that love for her and be there forever
Through anything.
Through cancer.
And you would´t know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand
because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms visiting hours don´t apply to you.
You don´t know about real loss. ´Cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.
I doubt you´ve ever dared to love anybody that much.
I look at you, I don´t see you an intelligent, confident man.
I see a cocky, scared shitless kid.
But you´re a genius, Will.
No one denies that.
No one can possibly understand the depths of you.
But you presume to know everything about me because
you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my fucking life apart.