Every time you talk about that topic, I really wish to tell you about my past. But every time you start criticizing it, I realize that I will lose you, once I tell you about it. But keeping a secret in my heart, having nightmares about it... is so damn difficult for me to bear. I am going into depression while all the while, I am smiling like nothing happened. This pretense is killing me inside. And I have no remedy for this pain. For the past will only bring pain. Only pain.
- Written by Mahak