“Sean: So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about 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. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask 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, feeling 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 sitting up in the 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 it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could 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. You’re an orphan right?”—
i have ever since i saw your cute little legs trying to make it to class. talking to anyone and everyone through the halls. I wanted to be a person to make you smile, to make you shine, god knew i wanted to make you mine. and time and time again i failed to do so. but here we are completely apart and without each other. But that one night we had each other, was the one night i cant forget. it was you. I will always look back on that night with fond memories, wishing i made you mine.
whether or not its the smell of vanilla, or the sound of that song but something hit me. Really fucking hard. I want to help you through anything and everything you need help with. I will always be here for you no matter what. Kick me, bite me, hit me, i will always have a part of me stuck to be apart of you.
Your laugh and your smile and the sweet things we have had between us. all came back to me and i cant forget your face.
14. well itunes tells me that its -three cheers for five years. -when i get home youre so dead -miserable at best -I’d hate to be you when people find out what this song is about -i wont bother you anymore (rico wore a diamond)
17. hmm awhile ago. intense orgasm.
18. fall in love with me, when i was at my lowest.