I'm not where I want to be.
Physically, emotionally.
When I was last in the islands, and my massage was ending, Adele's version of Love Song was playing on the receptionist's radio. I noted it as the perfect vibe to remember the moment by, so whenever it comes up on my iPod, I either switch tracks or take a the time to focus on that moment.
And that's the moment where I'd rather be.
Another place, another time, with a woman like that.
So how do I make it happen, instead of simply writing about it?
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