You’re just a kid. You don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talking about. You’ve never been out of Boston. If I ask you about women, you’ll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even 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. If I asked you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feel like God put an angel on Earth just for you who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping 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 loves something more than you love yourself. I doubt you’ve ever dare to love anybody that much.