3:07 Thursday Afternoon Tomorrow night. Three months ago today, I left New Zealand. I had to leave the room when my dad was showing my visiting aunts, uncle, cousin, and cousin's friend the video footage of Caleb's and my livingroom tango that Wendy took at my going away party. I worried that if I stayed to watch it, I'd cry. I heard them laughing in the next room. I wondered what at. Caleb is so handsome though. Memories that I treasure, not regret. Like running away to the beach with a bouquet of honeyroasted jellyfish-on-a-stick, eating the skewers of the disgusting treats, then using the skewers to write in the sand. Dancing in the surf. Dancing on the shore. Playing on the sand as the sky grew darker and darker. No one knew where we were.