If i ask you if you know anything about art, you may tell me about Michelangelo- his life,his work. But you can never tell me what it smells like in the sixteenth chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at the beautiful ceiling.
If i ask you about women, you may gimme a list of your personal favorites. You may have been laid a few times,but you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman if you are truly happy.
If i ask you about war,you probably would throw Shakespeare at me telling whats the big difference.But you have never been in one.You never held your best friend in your lap, watch him gasp his last breadth looking to you for help.
If i ask you about love, you may probably quote me a sonnet; but have never looked into a woman who have been totally lovable.Being at the same level of your eyes; feeling like God put an angel to earth just for you,rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wish to be like her angel-to have the love for her and be there forever...for anything..through anything.
You dont know a real loss because its only caused when you have lost something you have loved more than yourself. Now i don't dare to live up to anybody that much
