Sometimes, the saddest stories are not the ones you read in a morning newspaper – telling someone’s dearest passed away. It’s not the different stories of brokenhearted girls – weeping about their failing relationship of two, four, eight years. It’s not the stories from array of books in a dusty corner written by sad authors.
Sometimes, the saddest stories are the ones left untold; the stories locked behind closed doors – only heard by the four corners of the room, creased sheet and tear-stained pillows – the ones you never heard and will never hear about.
Did you ever wish you have a wonderwall?