I’d like to say more about her, and about the time we spent in each other’s lives, but I don’t feel I ought to, even if the things I’m thinking to say are only good things. Because these entries aren’t intended for me alone, but for people who don’t know me, let alone her. Meaning, I have an obligation not to involve her in the orbit of my own ponderousness. Even if no one ends up reading these entries but me.