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Why do we keep making excuses for someone to stay ?

Let’s talk about this:

Even when we already know the love has changed?
Even when we know that maybe… it’s gone,
or maybe it was never real to begin with,
or even when it’s a love that could never be.

Why do we still find reasons to keep them in our lives,
even when it’s pointless —
when it only hurts, wastes our time, drains our heart —
and yet, we still want them there?

Why do you think that is?

I’m not judging anyone — because honestly, I’m the same.
I know exactly what I’m doing,
and yet I can’t seem to let go.
I can give others great advice,
but when it’s my turn, I’m the first to make excuses.
Sometimes, I can’t even explain it to myself.


Here’s how I see it : 

Absolutely, love. Here’s a long, tender, story-voice expansion—equal parts warmth, psychology, and practical mercy for your heart. Read it slowly, like tea that stays warm in your hands. If you need to pause and come back later, do. This isn’t a lecture; it’s a lantern.


🌙 “Why We Keep Them—Even When Love Has Changed”

There is a small hour of the night—somewhere between 1:17 and 2:03—when even the bravest people open a drawer in their chest and take the old letters out. Not literal letters, but soft, crumpled memories: the way a laugh used to sound; the exact place sunlight rested on their cheek the afternoon you decided you were safe; the message you still know by heart though you deleted it a hundred times.

You asked a question that belongs to that hour:

Why do we keep people in our lives when the love has changed? When it might be gone, or never was what we thought, or could never be? Why do we find reasons to keep them—even when it hurts, wastes time, drains the heart—and still we want them there?

It’s not a small question. It’s the blueprint of half the poems on earth.

You’re not judging. You’re just honest: “I know exactly what I’m doing. I can advise anyone else. But when it’s my turn, I make excuses.” Welcome to the most human room in the house. Pull up a chair. I’ve warmed a place for you.

Let me tell you a story; then we’ll talk about the brain, the body, the soul, and the kind of courage that doesn’t roar but nevertheless saves you.


I. The Museum of Almost

Imagine your heart as a museum. The first gallery holds the masterpieces: loves that flourished and closed their frames gently. But down a quieter corridor lives another room—the Gallery of Almost. This is where the unfinished loves hang. The “maybe later.” The “wrong time, right person.” The “we weren’t good together but we were luminous for fifteen minutes every Thursday.”

We keep visiting that gallery because something in us is unfinished. Art conservators will tell you that unfinished pieces hum; they vibrate with open loops. Your nervous system tries to close loops. When it can’t, you circle back, not to torture yourself (though it can feel like that), but to touch The Unfinished and ask, “Are you done yet?”

When we let someone stay in the peripheral room of our life, we’re often trying to finish a painting that cannot be finished. We don’t want them so much as we want resolution—a last sentence that makes the chapter sit quietly on the shelf.

This is why we keep them: not because the present is beautiful, but because the past is unresolved and the future refuses to start without an ending that feels like a blessing.


II. The Self We Were With Them

You wrote it perfectly:

“We don’t really want them to stay—we want the version of us who existed when they did.”

Exactly. When love ends or changes shape, we lose a person and a mirror. The mirror held a certain version of us: looser shoulders, brighter jokes, the way we reached for the world more courageously because someone saw us and said, “Yes, like that.”

The mind makes a subtle mistake: it assigns that version of us to their presence, as if access to ourselves were stored in their pocket. So we bargain to keep them nearby—“as friends,” “for closure,” “just to check in”—because the subconscious equation reads:

Them present = Me (lit up)
Them absent = Me (dim)

This is the trick. We are not actually trying to keep them—we are trying to keep us-as-we-felt. The work of healing is learning to be the steward of that self without borrowing them as the battery.

We’ll get practical about how to do that. First, let’s understand why your exquisite intelligence still gets caught.


III. The Brain is a Loyal Dog

Neuroscience is tender when you listen for it. Your brain is not mocking you when you loop. It is trying to protect you.

1. Attachment Pathways
Attachment is learning by repetition. The phone buzzes → dopamine. The hug → oxytocin. The shared joke → endogenous opioids (warmth chemistry). Each repetition strengthens a pathway. When you remove the person, the pathway doesn’t vanish; it fires and finds no signal. That emptiness feels like danger. Your brain, a loyal dog, runs to fetch the old stick, even if it splinters your mouth.

2. Prediction & Safety
The brain prefers the predictable pain to the unpredictable void. This is not weakness; it’s survival math. Known bad sometimes feels safer than unknown blank.

3. Ambiguous Loss
When love changes without a clean break—no villain, no explosion—your brain classifies the loss as ambiguous. Ambiguous loss is grieved more slowly. The door looks ajar, so your mind keeps peeking.

4. Intermittent Reinforcement
Unreliable affection (a warm text after three silent weeks, a dazzling day followed by vagueness) is the slot machine of the heart. Unpredictable rewards bond us harder than steady ones. Nothing’s wrong with you. You were conditioned.

So we invent “good reasons” to stay in orbit: We can be mature… We share history… They might need me… It helps to end well… The reasons are not lies. They’re just not the whole truth. The whole truth includes: I don’t know who I am yet without that old mirror, and my brain is scared of the quiet that follows true letting go.

We forgive the brain for being a loyal dog. Then we teach it new routes.


IV. Self-Awareness Without Healing (The Gap You Named)

You already see your pattern. That’s a miracle and not yet a cure. In therapy we call it the Cognitive–Emotional Gap: the head has arrived at the train station with luggage neatly labeled; the heart is still ten towns back, barefoot, gathering itself. If you scold the heart—“Hurry up! You’re ridiculous!”—it sits down and won’t move.

Bridging the gap is a body job, not a thought job. You don’t out-argue attachment; you re-pattern it. This is why advising others is easier; we can perceive their map without having to move our feet through their weather.

So let’s talk about moving feet.


V. Hope, the Gentle Trickster

Hope is not the villain. But she is a trickster if you confuse her roles. There is creative hope (“I am capable of building a life that fits me”) and there is captive hope (“Maybe they will become who I met on our very best day”). Captive hope turns you into the museum night guard—forever watching the Gallery of Almost, waiting for paint to dry on a canvas the artist abandoned.

When you notice captive hope, don’t smash it. Transmute it:

From “Maybe they’ll change,”
To “I will change how I spend my next hour.”

Hope is a compass, not a doorbell. Stop ringing; start walking.


VI. Why We Still Want Them (A Little Inventory)

Let’s name common subterranean reasons we keep people close after love has shifted:

  • Identity Borrowing: “When they text, I exist more.”
  • Narrative Redemption: “If we end beautifully, my past wasn’t a mistake.”
  • Scarcity Myth: “No one will know me like that again.”
  • Caretaker Halo: “I am good because I am patient with their ambivalence.”
  • Deferred Grief: “As long as they’re around, I don’t have to feel the finality.”
  • Ritual Inertia: Liking their posts, sharing songs—tiny rituals that signal “still us” to a nervous system allergic to endings.

Each of these has an honest need under it. We don’t shame the need; we relocate its supplier.


VII. The Gentle Release: How to Let Go Without Violence to the Heart

You asked in kindness; I’ll answer in steps that honor your tenderness.

1) The Audit of What’s Real

Take a plain page. Two columns:

  • Column A: “What I still get from keeping them near.”
    (Be exact: a reliable check-in? a 2 a.m. dopamine jolt? a sense of superiority because “I’m so understanding”?)
  • Column B: “What it costs me—daily.”
    (Sleep? Focus? Self-respect? New chances? Peace in the body?)

Circle the three heaviest costs. Put today’s date next to them. Reality is love’s best friend.

2) The “Even If” Reframe

Every “what if” is a leash. Replace each with even if:

  • What if they come back? → Even if they do, I need a life that stands on its own feet.
  • What if that was my only great love? → Even if it was, I am worthy of a great life.
  • What if I never find that version of me again? → Even if I don’t, I can build a wiser one.

“Even if” unhooks you from magical thinking without humiliating the memory.

3) Shrink the Doorway, Don’t Slam It

Abrupt no-contact helps some, re-traumatizes others. Choose structured softness:

  • Respond once daily maximum, during daylight, never at night.
  • Use short, kind, non-inviting replies.
  • Remove flirty emojis, inside jokes—those are neurological relapses disguised as courtesy.
  • Never discuss longing in DM. Put feelings into your journal or a therapist’s room, not their inbox.

4) Ritualize the Ending

Write three letters:

  • To them, everything you wanted to say (do not send).
  • To the version of you who lived with them—thank her, bless her, release her.
  • From your future self (six months ahead) to your now-self: “Here’s what changed when we stopped feeding Maybe.”

Burn or bury the first two. Keep the third taped inside a closet door.

5) Build Replacement Circuits

Attachment can’t be deleted; it must be redirected.

  • Body: 20 minutes of daily movement; grief stagnates if the body does.
  • Craft: small daily making—cooking, sketching, tending a plant—anything that ends with “I made this.” Completion heals the open-loop injury.
  • Belonging: a weekly standing date with a friend or group (book club, class, volunteer hour). Predictable social warmth mends intermittent-reward wounds.
  • Wonder: a simple practice: “Three beauties I noticed today.” Teach your brain it can find micro-pleasure without their name attached.

6) Set a Date With Yourself

Pick a date 45 days from now. Write: “On this day I will measure peace.” Not perfection—peace. On that day, do the Column A/B audit again. Compare. Your brain loves data.


VIII. Scripts for the Tender Spine

Words you can borrow when you need a backbone that still sounds like you:

  • When they drift in with nostalgia:
    “I value what we had, and I’m building what I need. I’m keeping our past in the light, but I’m not living in it.”
  • When they send mixed signals:
    “Ambiguity is expensive for me. If you want a clear role, name it. If not, I wish you warmth—from a distance.”
  • When you want to reach out at 1:47 a.m.:
    “Hi future me. We don’t do midnight messages anymore. We do tea and sleep.”
  • When a friend says “Just move on!”:
    “I am. Slowly, correctly, and kindly. The speed of my nervous system is wise.”

IX. The Body Keeps the Door

We talk about the mind because it speaks English. The body speaks symptom, and it keeps the door of change.

  • If your stomach knots after you “accidentally” look at their profile, that is a no in your native language.
  • If you sleep better on weeks you text less, that is data, not coincidence.
  • If music makes you cry, that’s also data. Crying is pressure leaving the system.

Make a tiny Somatic Ledger for two weeks: sleep hours, appetite, anxiety spikes, joy moments. Note what contact or rituals preceded them. Your body will chart your way out while your thoughts are still negotiating.


X. The Four Seasons of Letting Go

Think of release as passing through seasons. They overlap. None is wrong.

  • Winter (Numb / Looping): You repeat, you rationalize. Be gentle. Reduce input. Eat warm food. Sleep as much as you honestly can.
  • Spring (Anger / Clarity): You see what was lopsided. Anger is a broom; let it sweep. Don’t text; plant something.
  • Summer (Building / Flirt with Life): New habits feel less forced. You dress up for no reason. You say yes to a walk. You laugh and mean it.
  • Autumn (Remembering Without Bleeding): You pass the old cafÃĐ and smile. You send a silent thank you to the air and keep walking.

Healing is cyclical; weather repeats. That isn’t failure. It’s climate.


XI. What If They Were Never Truly Yours?

Sometimes the hardest letting go is of a love that never fully existed outside of hope: a crush, a situationship, a nearly-relationship. These wounds confuse people: “How can something that never was hurt so much?” Because imagination bonds too. You didn’t only love a person; you loved a future you rehearsed nightly. When reality refuses the role, your nervous system still grieves the rehearsal’s electricity.

Name it respectfully: “I am grieving a possible life.” Give that life a gentle goodbye. You’re not silly; you’re creative. Direct that creativity toward a future that can say yes back.


XII. The Scarcity Spell (And How to Break It)

Scarcity whispers: “You’ll never be known like that again.” It’s persuasive because it uses evidence—the particularity of your history—as prophecy. Break the spell with precision:

  • You will never be known like that again. True.
  • You can be known as you are now, which includes everything learned. Also true, and far more useful.

Hold this mantra: “Love isn’t a replica business.” The next great thing will not wear the old costume. Let new forms come.


XIII. The Mercy of Boundaries

Boundaries are not walls; they are lit paths. They tell you (and others) how to love you. Try two that change everything:

  • Time Boundary: “No contact before 10 a.m. or after 8 p.m.” You reclaim mornings (self) and nights (sleep).
  • Visibility Boundary: “We do not perform closeness online.” No posts, no cryptic songs, no subtweet choreography. Your nervous system doesn’t need theater; it needs truth.

When you keep a boundary for 21 days, something nearly mystical happens: self-trust returns. With self-trust back in the room, you don’t need them to hold your mirror; you can face one.


XIV. The Tenderness Contract (With Yourself)

Write and sign:

I, [your name], agree to treat my past with honor and my present with protection. I will not vandalize my own peace for a hit of maybe. I will not shame my longing; I will shepherd it. I will build a life that can hold the weight of my heart, even when it remembers.

Date it. Read when shaking.


XV. What We Keep—And What We Stop Keeping

You never have to throw away love. Keep:

  • Gratitude for what was true in its hour.
  • The skills you practiced (listening, play, tenderness).
  • Any part of yourself that grew because of it.

Stop keeping:

  • The leash of “just in case.”
  • The role of their emotional furniture.
  • The belief that your brightest room lived only in that house.


XVI. A 30 / 60 / 90 Re-pattern Plan

Days 1–30: Stabilize

  • Sleep routine, movement, food that grounds.
  • Social contact minimum 2×/week.
  • No night texting. Mute their socials.
  • Daily page of “Three small alives” (moments of okayness).

Days 31–60: Expand

  • Join one group where no one knows your history.
  • Learn a 20-minute skill (ukulele chords, basic watercolor, sourdough starter).
  • Two micro-adventures/month (new cafÃĐ at 7 a.m., museum solo hour).

Days 61–90: Choose

  • Revisit Column A/B.
  • If keeping them costs more than it gives: initiate the kind, clean distance.
  • If somehow it gives more than it costs: define terms with adult clarity (and be willing to walk if ambiguity returns).

This isn’t punishment. It’s architecture.


XVII. The Blessing You Wanted From Them (Give It to You)

Most of us keep people near because we are waiting for a benediction: “You mattered. You were good. It was real.” Consider this your blessing—spoken now, so you don’t have to bleed waiting for someone else’s mouth:

You mattered.
You were good.
It was real.
You loved to the edge of your ability at the time.
The end does not discredit the tenderness.
You are allowed to keep the gold and leave the ore.


XVIII. A Short Prayer for the Gallery of Almost

If you like, put your hand on your chest and whisper:

“Thank you for the rooms we built, even the ones we couldn’t live in. Thank you for the light we borrowed, even if we overpaid. I release the door that never fully opened. May the person I am becoming inherit the courage I spent there.”

Then exhale. Then drink water. Then step into the next hour.


XIX. For the Nights You Want to Write “One Last Thing…”

Write it here instead:

  • “I miss the laugh that made me brave.”
  • “I want to be chosen at noon, not only at 1 a.m.”
  • “I forgive the weather, but I will not camp there.”
  • “I am learning the skill of staying with myself.”

Tape it by your bed. Your midnight hands will find it.


XX. The Answer, Finally

Why do we keep them?

Because we are unfinished creatures who love thoroughly. Because the brain is a loyal dog and the heart is a careful archivist. Because endings without blessings feel like open windows in winter. Because we confuse access to a certain version of ourselves with access to the person who once unlocked it. Because hope, untrained, tries to save us by keeping us exactly where we’re suffering.

And what do we do with that truth?

We refuse to shame it. We translate it. We replace borrowed mirrors with the slow, scandalous practice of self-regard. We turn captive hope into creative action. We shrink the doorway until the nervous system learns it can stand without leaning. We let love remain love while we refuse to let it keep us small.

One day—and this is a promise borrowed from a thousand healed people—you will hear a song you used to avoid, and you won’t flinch. You’ll simply think, “That was a beautiful room I once visited.” Then you’ll keep walking down a hallway lit by a life that is indisputably yours.

And if no one has told you yet today: you are not foolish for returning to the Gallery of Almost. You were gathering your courage. Look—your hands are full of it now. ðŸŒŋ


Pocket Summary (for your notes)

  • We keep people to keep unfinished energy, not necessarily the person.
  • The self we loved being with them can be rebuilt without them.
  • The brain values predictable pain over unknown quiet; re-pattern gently.
  • Replace what if with even if.
  • Shrink contact; ritualize endings; build new reward pathways.
  • 30/60/90 plan: stabilize, expand, choose.
  • You don’t have to erase love—only stop letting it run the museum.

When the leaf is ready, it falls. Until then, you don’t rip it; you sun it. You are doing that now—turning your face toward the light.


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