good will hunting :)

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.

You're an orphan right?
You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been,
how
you feel,
who you are,
because I read Oliver Twist?
Does that
encapsulate you?