So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on ever 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? I bet you can’t tell me what smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seeing that. If I ask you about women, you probably give 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. You are a tough kid. I ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? “Once more into the breach, dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. If I 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.

 

  昨天晚上跟朋友大发感慨——工作后的日子确实不同，每天只是工作，不知道为了什么，去年和今年上半年每天晚上和朋友吃吃喝喝、打打牌，觉得日子很帅气，不过今年某天突然顿悟：好像在浪费大好事时光，生活有点迷失。于是年中痛下决心，每天按时回家陪妈妈，早睡早起身体好，但是工作原因也没早回去过，偶尔8点前到家会载着妈妈去趟华堂，买点好吃的诱惑她一下，周六最近总是参加婚礼，偶尔闲暇说去玩玩，妈妈也不去，说是周日上早班、平时回来晚，怕我辛苦，所以也没去成，不过我还挺内疚的，也没带妈咪好好玩玩~~我骨子里好像是孝女沈青呢~~哈哈~~

  晚上9点手机突然响个不停，像约好了似的，大家都纷纷感慨一年聚不了几回，总是在约，哎……第二个车牌号是“5233”的朋友约了2月了还没见到呢，这个月一定要见到，哦不说了，马上要出发延庆了，明天回来~~