Too late to understand that it was not a flower what you had between your hands, but thorns that were hurting you. Too late to understand that the broken crystal on the floor is your poor ruined heart. Too late to understand that it was not a hug but a dagger that was taking your life. Too late to understand that it was not that the darkness had arrived but that you could not see the light. Too late to understand that you could not laugh any longer, just cry. Too late to understand that you are not a ghost but that from now on, you will live fearful even of your own feelings because it was too late to understand that your love, your great love was unfaithful.