Two texts by the same author, written two months apart. In the first she gives advice to her 10 year old self and writes about love essentially in a negative way: love as shown in the movies does not exist, stop waiting to be rescued or completed. In the second text she connects love with the meaning of her life: the meaning of her life is her partner. And since the two texts were written not far apart, it does not strike me as a change of mind, rather something to think about.