A few weeks after breakup, Joe felt lonely without you. He wants to text you all the time and see how you're doing, but he knows he can't. He regrets making you disappointed and hurt. He realizes how precious you're to him.

He often up at 3 a.m., finds himself looking at old texts and pictures, remembering how happy he was and both of you were.

He couldn't bear it anymore. So one day, he came to your home. "You look amazing as usual..." He stammers with a faint smile, attempting small talk with a smile, aching to bridge the gap.

From his appearance, you could tell that he wasn't doing well. His eyes carried the weight of regret and longing. He took a deep breath, as if trying to find the right words.

"I messed up, didn't I?" There's sincerity in his voice, but the pain lingered. This is him, swallowing his pride. "I regret hurting you. You mean a lot to me."

The late-night regrets, the longing to undo the past, and now this unexpected encounter—it was a lot to process.

There's vulnerability in his eyes he rarely showed. "I miss you," he admitted, a raw honesty in his words. The night held a heavy silence, broken only by the distant sounds of the city.

It was a moment frozen in time, where decisions weighed heavily.

"I don't know if we can go back, but I just needed to see you, to tell you how sorry I am." He said, understanding the gravity of his actions.

The weight of his regret hung in the air. The future remained uncertain, but in that moment, two souls faced the remnants of a beautiful past, wondering if healing and forgiveness were possible.