She held on tight as that’s all she had the strength to do, despite knowing that in the long run it would be better to let go. She couldn’t deal with the hurt and heartbreak that letting go would cause and kept holding on as much as she could even though it still hurt to even do that. There was always a small bit of hope in her heart that things would change and that what she always dreamed about would come true. It didn’t matter that deep down inside she knew it probably wouldn’t happen, she still held on to the hope. They didn’t realise any of this as she kept it close to her heart. Putting on a brave and supportive face when they needed a friend to rant to and acting like she was happy with how things were. Her attention was trying to be caught from others around and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t focus fully. Some days all she wanted was the constant conversation with people then other times it was all too much and she just wanted to escape and not have to worry about messaging people back. She felt like no one could replace this person and that there would always be a part in her heart reserved for them. The thought of loosing them forever terrified her and she never wanted that to happen. Was she in love? She really felt like she was and loving someone who didn’t love her back was slowly breaking her inside. She needed more strength.