254. Sometimes, I wish I could just forget you. But I don’t want to forget you, so that isn’t my wish. I wish I knew what went on in that head of yours. Then maybe I’d know if you actually loved me or not. I’d know the way you really feel about all the people you say you love: because everyone says you’re a player, and I’d really like to know whether or not I’m getting played.
(via 11-eleven-wishes)