I loved you so much

I wish you could have stepped up to the plate. I wish you could have put your pride aside, and fixed things before it got too late. I loved you so much; with my whole heart. I guess there's simply nothing left for us to debate. Nothing bent this far could ever again be straight. All of our fighting and resentment has begun to seal our fate. Once again I write; once again I contemplate, but as I said before my dear I'm afraid it is too late. Why my darling why, why did you hesitate?