I wish I'd been braver

It's been years, and I still think about you. About us. I was so young, so scared of messing things up, that I messed it up completely. I should have told you how I felt. I should have fought for you when your parents tried to push you towards someone 'better'. I just...froze. I convinced myself it wasn't real, that it was just a summer fling. But it wasn't. It was the realest thing I've ever known. Now you're married, with kids. And I'm happy for you, I really am. But sometimes, late at night, I wonder what would have happened if I'd just been brave enough to say something. Anything.