Left my Taurus man too soon, now I don't know if it's too late to save this

I've never written something like this before but I need the advice and insight. I hope I find some here that can help me.

I'm a Virgo over here. Met the most incredible person (my Taurus...well... ex-Taurus :/ ) I've ever been with a number of years ago through a mutual friend.

The back story:

Instantly we were attracted to eachother. I knew somehow from the very first day that he was going to be someone important. I talked to my friend about him after we met and she admitted that he had been asking her the same kind of questions about me.

We started talking, hung out a few times and were I guess in initial stages of dating, and it was very lovely. At that point in my life a lot of things were falling apart and I was stressed and in damage control most of the time. I remained attracted but I couldn't pursue a relationship with him at that time. I was just not in the right head space and I didn't think I was ready. Thankfully it was early enough that neither one of us had really invested much engergy/time, we hand't been together physically yet and no feelings were hurt. We remained in contact occasionally as good friends. Our lives unfolded seperately until last year. We were friends on social media and would comment on things back and forth to eachother. I learned a lot about who he was and gained so mcuh respect and admiration for who he was. He was always just a little in the back of my mind.

Fast forward to present situation:

Last year he helped me with an event that I was helping to organize and we became much closer again. He even gave my son a guitar for his birthday. The attraction to eachother just grew stronger and stronger and we acted on it this time. We fell in love very quickly and intensely. Being together just felt natural and right. We made eachother very happy. He called me the love of his life and would tell me that I made his life better. For 7 months we were a power team. I loved that I made him happy and that he felt so comfortable and at home around me. That was my favorite part about being with him. Knowing how happy he was, because I was so happy too. It meant we were doing something right. We never argued about anything seriously but we did have different opinions on things and bantered about it sometimes but that was always okay and we loved and respected eachother enough to listen and not judge. He was so good to me and I was very good to him as well. We were very happy. We weren't perfect because nobody is, but it was pretty damned incredible.

Then I did something very stupid that I could easily have avoided if I had only caught myself being insecure and pessimistic. I let very old insecurities about "measuring up in the long run" creep into my head and seek out problems that weren't there. For example: He works a lot of hours at his job, he always has, and sometimes I wouldn't see him for a few days. No big deal. Suddenly I started to wonder if his absences meant he was losing interest. Turning innocent things into signs that he was falling out of love. I got very freaked out and panicky over this. I didn't want to believe it and had no real reason to, but I could just not make myself shake that thought out of my head.

I caused a lot of damage to us, to him. A little over 2 months ago I broke up with him. I had asked him if we could talk, that I had been wondering what he wanted from "us" because we hadn't really talked about the future (which in my state of worry I had become obsessed about). I mean he must have been feeling my tension for the couple of weeks prior and I pretty much backed him into a corner and demanded to know where this was going. And of course he didn't know how to answer. He tried to talk to me and all I heard at the time was that he didn't know if he wanted me in his future. It was very stupid of me to get that worked up over imaginary problems. I broke up with him to avoid what I thought was an inevitable rejection.

I regretted it immediately. Especially once I spent time reflecting on the real source of the problem (my overactive worrying and famous Virgo overthinking) and realized that I self-sabotaged. And I just dumped the man I love who was always good to me and did nothing wrong at all.

I hurt him very badly. I've tried reaching out to him a few times over social media. Sometimes I get short, curt answers. Lately I get no answer at all. He told me in one message that "he just wants to move on and doesn't want to go back" and to "have a great summer and take care!"

I know he's not stonewalling me to be cruel. I know it's because I must have really disappointed him.

But is it really too late? If I had the chance I would take all the time he needs to show him I'm still someone he can trust and that I won't repeat that mistake again if he'll let me try. But I don't know if he ever will.

Is there anything I can do to fix this or have I really caused irreversable damage? 😢