How helpless the heart truly is. when it holds on so tightly to someone it can never call its own. It's a quiet ache that doesn't shout, doesn't break open it just lingers. Not love, not a goodbye. just this endless in-between where hope and pain live side by side. It feels like standing at a doorway you can never walk through, watching a life you'll never touch. You want to let go, but your heart refuses. You want to move on, but the memories keep pulling you back. And so you stay caught in that fragile space between holding on and letting go, where silence hurts louder than words ever could