The artist doesn't have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don't have the time to read reviews.
The past is not dead. In fact, it's not even past.
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.