Goya and mr clement .1

'One day, I ran into myself from two years ago, I told this two-years-younger-me many things about two years later:
"... I used to believe I would stay with him forever. But later I began to understand it wasn't enough if I were the only person to believe that. I left him, went travelling for a long time... France, Germany, China, I can't remember how many places I've been to, how many men I've been with. Most relationships didn't end well but what could I do?... "
I could tell from the eyes of this me-from-two-years-ago that she didn't believe a word. How would I not understand that!'