All things we like and love could be eternal so we would have all the time to get them. Time is eternal itself but not the things that live under its domain. And someday I will not be here anymore as any else I know. And If I leave this life before you, you will never find me again. Would you miss me? Would you think that you wasted your time waiting for the right time? Would you regret to dont have met me?
I dont know why people waste their time. Or maybe they are not interested enough to make it works.

Suddenly she noticed what she was: a little bird with a small heart beating fast for someone. But he was from another specie. How come a bird could love a lion? Even a simple friendship between a bird and a lion is not possible: someday the instinct would speak louder and the lion will eat the bird.