đ Iâd ask you about love, youâd probably quote me a sonnet. But youâve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could 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 wouldnât know what itâs like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldnât know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms âvisiting hoursâ donât apply to you. You donât know about real loss, âcause it only occurs when youâve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt youâve ever dared to love anybody that much. đ
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 02:49:19 +0000
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