But you don’t know the smell of the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never stood there watching the beautiful ceiling. I’ve seen that if I ask about women, you’ll probably tell the fallacy of personal preference. You’ve probably been in bed several times, but you said no. Wake up beside a woman and feel happy. You are a very stubborn child. You can say Shakespeare’s words "Go to the battlefield together, dear friend" when you ask about war, but you have never been close to war, and you have never looked at with your friend’s head on your knees. He breathed out his last breath and asked about love. You would quote a sonnet, but you have never seen the fragility of a woman. She can knock you down with her eyes. She feels that God lets an angel go down for you. She can rescue you from hell. You don’t know how she is an angel. I have the love for her until I experience it forever. You can’t experience cancer for two months in the hospital. Because the doctor knows that when you see you, the rules of meeting time are invalid for you. You don’t understand the true loss. Only loving others is better. I can understand it by myself. I doubt if you dare to love someone like that. I don’t see you. I don’t see smart and confident. I see scared and arrogant children. But you are a genius. No one can understand your depth. You see my paintings. You know me, you fucking tore my life apart. You are an orphan, right? You think I will know how bitter your life is, how do you feel. Who are you because I have seen an orphan in the fog? Because you know? I can’t know you by any books unless you want to talk about yourself and who you are, then I’m fascinated.
My wife farts when she is nervous. She has all kinds of wonderful little traits. You know that she farts when she sleeps. Sorry to tell you this kind of thing. One night it was so loud that she woke up the dog and said, "Is it you?" I said it was me. I can’t bear to tell her my goodness. She passed away for two years and that’s something I remember. Little things like that are wonderful. That’s what I miss the most. These little traits make her my wife. She also knows all my little flaws. People call her. Being imperfect, in fact, otherwise, that’s a good thing. You can choose who to enter our world. You’re not perfect. I can’t lose your appetite. The girl you know is not perfect. The question is whether you are perfect and suitable. Intimacy is like this. You can know Things in the world but the way to find out is to try
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