Time seems to speed up when we want it to slow down.
Time seems to ramble when we wish it would rush.
Doesn't time fly when you are enjoying yourself
Doesn't time drag when you aren't?
Can we conclude that time is not on our side?
The one you love most doesn't love you. The one, who love you most, is never the one you love most. And the one you spend your life with, is never the one you love most or the one who love you most. He/she is just the person who person who happens to be at the right place at the right time.