The one thing I regret with you is not being open enough.
I never told you how much you truly meant to me, how much your touch affected me, how much your kisses burned me.

I never told you that I had fallen for you since the beginning, when we first began talking.

I never told you how the thought of you can bring a smile to my face or send shivers down my spine.

I never told you that I had dreams of you being mine, months before we were even together.

I never told you that I had cried over you because you told me you liked her and not me.

I never told you that I was in love with you because I was scared of what you would say.

And now that I can never tell you these things, I've realised how much I really should have told you.