I was free-writing in my journal after a breakup with a really nice, really boring man I’d tried to make myself love. To my surprise, the words that flowed from my pen were not about my ex, but instead about a guy friend I’d never consciously thought of in “that” way: “I’m in love with this other guy, who has a girlfriend. I’m writing this merely to document what it should feel like for future reference.”
Postscript: The girlfriend moved out. We’ve been together two years.