I Have a Broken Heart

In only one week, we fell for each other. It was as if we were long lost friends. In only one week I knew he was for me and he knew I was for him. In only one week I fell. In only one week he wanted to be mine. We stayed up all night talking about our dreams and feelings. Made each other laugh until we cried. But at the end of the week. The moment we met for the first time. I felt hallow. I was broken from my last relationship. I never knew what love and care was. I never knew how it felt to be put first in someone else's life. On that last day..the day we met. I was scared. Scared of happiness. Scared to love. Scared to feel. So I pushed him away. I pushed him away by showing him his own pain. I told him that he wasnt ready for a relationship because he is still hurting from his ex. I told him a month was not enough time to heal. I told him that we should be friends. I told him we should slow down. He agreed. He thanked me for showing him that he was not ready but....I wanted him back. I told him I was wrong, that I was ready but he...just thanked me for showing him how broken he was. That he only wanted to be friends. Friends with my one week lover. That, I can not do. How do you move on from the best thing you ever had and knwoing that you never gave it a chance.