I'm going through a bit of a tough situation right now, she was the one that got away before we ever really had a chance. It's making me miserable. I found a corny poem
that sums up the situation better than I would be able to describe it:
She was the one, that lit my fire,
the one, who made my desire.
I never knew how love felt,
until I looked at her, and had my heart melt.
It would have been great to hold her,
but I had fear, that had no cure.
I never did tell her, my inner most feelings,
I just couldn't, I was always reeling.
Then one day she said, I love you,
but I wasn't sure, could it be true.
I asked her if she had meant it,
but she went quiet, like she had exposed a secret.
When she finally did answer, she withdrew,
saying she didn't mean to say I love you.
So I missed my chance, her fear had cracked,
but did I have courage, no I lacked.
Maybe if I had been brave, I'd of received a kiss,
but I wasn't, so I missed out on that bliss.
Now she's moved on, but I can't forget,
it burns inside, I'm full of regret.
But there's nothing I can do,
I was the one who never said, I love you.
Source.
What I'm wondering now is, if it didn't work out was it never meant to be? Does anyone have any similar experiences or suggestions for moving on?