I'd go back to the day I said goodbye to my Mom and Dad before going to the States for the memorial for Blue's father.
I used to always kiss both of them goodbye and tell them I loved them when we left the house, but for the life of me, I just can't remember saying those words to my father that particular day. Ten or so days later and he was dead - something I only found out upon returning to the UK a couple of days later - and not knowing for sure that I told him I loved him the last time I saw him is haunting me.
On a lighter note...I'd love to go back to Victorian times and wear pantaloons with buttons that undid at the back. That is, as long as Blue could travel back with me and undo them
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