One of these days or years someone might invent a time machine.
Then we could go back like you need.
Back to fix what I have stomped all over,
Broken then taped back together best I could.
But I have slippery fingers ( and eyes ) and I broke it again and again.
Until our time machine, reality tells me that the past is unamenable.
So accordingly this breakup was inevitable.
We can't return to the perfect beginning of us.
Perfect in your eyes but not in mine.
So I'm crying but I hope this is for the best.
No other option but to wait it out for a time machine.