You wonders if she knows.
She should know, everywhere she knows, men are at her feet, try to charm her, try to seduce her. Walter hasn't been the first one, hasn't been the last one. It's not hard to love her, quite the contrary.
She finds hard loving, though.
No one is good enough. There's always some great defect she can't stand, something she can't really pout her finger on. She casually dates. She has one night stands, and she doesn't care. she is ok with that.
Her ex, the one who proposed and she pushed away to follow her dream of becoming a cop, has three daughters. He is breeder. She is not. She could be, she could have been, but she didn't care, doesn't care.
Why?
She looks at her ex, smiling, remembering all the good of the past, but not really regretting anything. Her choices, those choices, drove her here, where she stands today. She tells him she is all right, that she is at peace, that she doesn't have regrets.
You've never thought that she could be so much at peace, perfectly fine with herself, but she is. She is there.