I was looking at my dog, you know, just trying to decide what to do with him and his…stupid, adoring little face, and I realized something…every day, it doesn’t matter if I’ve gained weight or…if my skin is all broken out or…if I can’t stop crying for a week. Every day he still looks at me exactly the same way, like I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. And I just thought, ‘What if I could see me the way my dog sees me? What if I could love myself like that?’
And then, I guess, after awhile I realized, like, I was just smitten…like head over heels. And – and I feel like the reason I’ve been so hard on Nan is, honestly, I’m just – I’m just scared because it’s so vulnerable to love somebody this much – like, to know that no matter what they do or – or how mad you get at them, that you’ll always come running back to them. Like, I literally can’t quit her.