clarity

why is everything so clear only when it's over? now i know, i could have done so much more. nothing big. but since when does it matter? we don't need grandeur to show someone that we're in love. the little details are everything. they keep things going. but i (we) forgot them, and now there's no turning back. what is done is done, what wasn't done will never be done, and the world will keep spining around oblivious to it. and what hurts is that only now i can see that. only now.

perhaps it is always too late.