My girlfriend asked me what scared me most about our future. Me: “Losing you.” She held my hand. Her: “Mine is something different.” Me: “What?” Her: “Still being with you ten years from now, knowing your habits, your favorite food, your childhood stories, and the way you sleep…” She paused. Her: “But not knowing how to reach your heart anymore.” I wanted to tell her that would never happen. Then I realized promises about the future mean very little if you stop paying attention to someone in the present.