When I was sixteen, I used to think that I had this. I thought that no matter what I did I wouldn’t be able to get out… if that’s what he wanted too. I used to think that you could play those games with love, and you never had to worry because if it was true, it would be.
Now, I know better. I know that you can’t do that. Even if it was true love, you can destroy it with your games. You can destroy it if you’re not careful. You can walk away from it. Oh yeah, it’ll still be there, but it may not be yours anymore.
I used to be a gambler like that, but I learned. And the difficulty is that I don’t know if that’s a good thing.