You were the greatest love of mine, the kind that happens once in a lifetime. We could have made a great couple if only we both held on. I know you had tried and I know I made it hard, harder than it should have been. If only I could let my guard down, if only I wasn't scared of intimacy, I wouldn't be writing this now.

I never told you why I was reserved. You thought it was something about you. It was, but not in the way you thought. It was never something bad about you. I was scared of the power you had. You held my heart in your hands and it gave you the power of breaking me completely. I was so scared of that. I was scared of how much I loved you. I was scared that you didn't love me back. 

I know you would never hurt me. And I know that when you did crush my heart, it was only because I drove you to it. I regret not trying harder. I think about it every night, and every night I wish I could just accept what happened and turn the page over. But I can't. I guess I just feel disappointed in how things turned out to be. 

You were the greatest love of mine, and I let you slip.