There is really no such thing as what might have been. There’s what happened and what will happen. I’ve just had to realize that what might have been is imaginary, and it’s this beautiful illusion of how it could have been if you had just done this right or if he had just liked you or if things had just lined up. But things don’t line up and boys don’t like you and you mess up for a reason.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.
In the end you can’t always choose what you keep. You can only choose how you let it go.
—Ally Condie, ‘Crossed’