Your body is always here.
Your mind is almost never invited.
It runs ahead to what might go wrong.
It loops back to what already did.
Meanwhile, your actual life is happening inside one tiny square of time: this breath, this room, this sip.
The old habit is to live inside the side commentary while the moment passes by.
Presence is not becoming a perfect monk.
It’s giving this moment a chance to be the main thing for a little while.
One person. One space. One task.
When you’re really here with someone, something shifts.
Phone down.
Shoulders relaxed.
Eyes steady.
The whole geometry between you changes.
Their system can feel it. So can yours.
Love, here, is the choice to show up for the life you’re actually in, not just the one in your head.