Letting go is hard. I wouldn’t necessarily say it is the toughest thing in the world but it’s a reality check in the form of a brickwall.

At this point of writing this, there are two women who have formed (from my perspective) a deep emotional attachment with. Both I met when they were single and both are now (that I know of) in relationships.

(This is not in anyway to defame or tarnish either woman, just wanted to get my emotions in writing so the next time this happens, I can kinda talk to myself.)

It’s funny how emotionally connected to both woman I grew to have, but both I couldn’t admit my feelings. I’ll refer to the first woman I didn’t want to admit to myself/ be emotionally honest and the second because I was never emotionally available with.

(Honesty because the first woman I couldn’t be emotionally honest. I was in this frenzy of trying to reframe how I saw her as a friend, or like a sister, etc. Availability because I was never really 100% present when we talked or interacted.)

I will add some awareness right here: this reflection is absolutely happening because the possibility of being with them is gone. There isn’t any way of rationalizing this. In both cases I assumed they would always be single. Essentially:

I find someone attractive, possible wife-material but I am not in a position (financially, emotionally, etc) to be with them so I never really initiate anything beyond friendly relation?. And this is not really a crush but I enjoy their friendship with the underlying hope that when I am ready, they will still be waiting. And then when they do enter into a relatinship with someone else, the realization and acceptance does hit, but the hope and (though this might be emotional manipulative) thought that they may still be available lingers.

I put that last bit into Anthropic’s Claude for what the psychological concepts related to this would be and it provided a couple reasonings:

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Before I get to the commentary on the above, here is the notes I wrote the day I found out the first woman entered into her relationship (for this, I replaced her name with [redacted] since this entire writing already has enough emotional vulnerability, but no other modifications have been made):

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July 12, 2024

(Plot twist, I didn’t come to terms with this until almost a year later. Good intentions, terrible implementation.)

I did write something about a month prior to this that really described this woman I the way I saw her but it’s way too cringy and a lame excuse for literature.

Anyways back to Claude’s ideas.