If I had a time machine I would always set it to the same date, August 3rd, 2012. To that sunny afternoon when I was oblivious of who you were, to the exact moment when you casually came out and opened up a beer. I wouldn't change a thing, I'll just relive the couriousity I felt towards you and how nervous I got when you sat next to me. I would go back and try to figure out why I decided to stay up all night with someone I had just met and I would do it all over again. I would still show up the next day to my 24-hour shift without a minute of sleep because I knew then I had hit a breaking pioint, where there was going to be a different me before and after you.