Alternative endings to my life.

I get a feeling in my stomach when I think about those nights, the ones where it could’ve gone differently, where I could’ve; fought back, not kissed her, stayed, held them, not ended it, danced some more.

All these things, all these events, so many different endings for so many things.

Christmas.
Halloween.
Train to grandma’s.
Midnight on the steps.
Fourth semester, Fourth ending.
Bachata in Dean park.