Tears roll down my face as I read our old messages.

Everything you said to me seemed so true at the time.

I knew you messed up in the past,

but I was willing to let the past be just that. . .  the past.

I honestly don't think you knew how I truly felt about you. 

I wish I could have told you before it was too late. 

I wish we could go back to the day where everything was decent. 

This feeling of regret is unbearable. 

I just want you back here with me. 

Why did you have to leave?

It just turns out to be a little too late. . .  .