The problem with me is that my mind tends to drift away. Sometimes I feel like an outsider watching a story I'm in unfold. I take in my surroundings - the colors, sounds, smells, textures - and -

I've never realized what a huge mistake it can be until this last trip with G. We don't see each other that often so it's an utmost necessity for me to be IN the moment, to even understand that he's right beside me, that this is Our present. I distanced myself from him unknowingly even while I was thinking about how much I wanted to be closer to him.