Sometimes, who we wish we were, who we wish we could be, it's just not meant to be. Sometimes, you just need to keep things to yourself, and keeping to self equals silence. But when the silence gets louder, when there's too much to hide, will you be able to handle it? 

Nothing hurts more than seeing the person you love change into the person they're not. What's worst is that you can't do anything about it. 

Imagine waking up after a coma, surviving an accident, just to find out that you lost your lover to death.