Ever see someone cry about love or a heart wrenching love gone wrong story that it’d make you think you were either looking at a mirror at yourself at some point in the not too distant past and saying, so this is what a sorry ass person looks like, or you start to wonder, maybe love isn’t all that bad because it makes you open to accept the open sores of life.

Carrie said something magical in tonight’s series finale: she said one of the most important relationships one ever has in life, is their relationship with themselves. I believe in that so much. I believe it is the most faithful and endearing relationship one is privileged to have and one that is too easily pushed to the side by a glimpse of love or an idea of union, something that women sacrifice so easily, something that should be at the core of our being. In some contexts I think it makes me the most selfish person on this earth, the fact that I cannot sacrifice my personal wants, and needs for the sake of a union, and some ways it means, that I hold that personal grip on my heart so tightly so as to lessen the number of times I get to stare at a grieving lover and think of that as the image of myself once upon a time.