I met a woman today. She just lost her husband and as she was talking about him and her marriage, as much as she wanted to be, she wasn’t in love. As I was listening to her, I realized what she was saying: she had let go of the possibility of love, of finding love, and I could see myself in her. I didn’t like who I was. All of these memories and feelings that I’m experiencing, they’re from a better version of me. I decided to let things run their course.
(Source: helenasbertinellis, via dunham4life)