Eventually I grew tired of trying to write down my thoughts. I wrote down other things I heard. Perhaps the journal did something to my memory, because since then I have often thought about one story I know is in there. It goes like this: A woman often speaks to me about a man she says she loves but has never been in love with. He was, she would explain, a great friend during a time of real crisis. She had broken up with her boyfriend after years and years, and this man she loved had taken her side, even though he had been her ex-boyfriend’s friend first. He had been through a bad breakup, too. He got it. They would talk a lot about how you can tell a relationship is over when you catch yourself thinking that a person needs to be figured out, when what made you want to get close is the same thing that makes you need distance, and then all your thoughts begin with Well, what’s wrong with him is…