Sometimes love just gets its signals crossed

Hi, everyone!

Sometimes, love just gets its signals crossed.

Oftentimes, a writer has to tackle a lot of topics, including topics they’d prefer not to write like grief. In writing, there’s always an element of grief that touches every word, line, or idea.

There are a lot of ways to define grief, but the one that’s resonated the most with me is “grief is love that doesn’t know where to go anymore”. This could be for a short time or for a long time, but the grief clings to love like darkness clings to the moon. It’s there and it’s present and it seems like a lot, but it’s really what allows us to see the light more clearly.

With writing this post, my goal is to remind every writer that they will face the idea of grief in their writing. They might even be surprised when grief from their own life appears in their writing.

But grief can be a beautiful thing.

It can represent endings and beginnings, it can be found in the small moments and the big moments, and it can be what makes life interesting and helps people (or even characters) to grow and to become better versions of themselves.

I’m currently in a season of grieving right now. I thought it would be a season of rejoicing, but the grief has clung to the joy in a way I couldn’t have fathomed. It’s like trying to get a piece of styrofoam off your hands and it can’t be shaken off no matter how hard you try.

I’ve been waiting a long time to meet someone amazing and fall in love and add this person into my life, which has happened but just not in the way I expected or hoped it would. Truth be told, it’s been a very rocky and rough with trying to have everyone I care about get to know each other and develop relationships. There’s a lot of factors at play which has added another layer of difficulty to the situation, but I’m praying the situation can improve. <3

Sometimes our dreams aren’t quite reality. Sometimes when worlds collide and you add someone to your life, there’s a lot of change that takes place and a lot of miscommunication that happens and a lot of confusion that happens and then what follows is the heartbreak and grief.

But it’s also important to remember that grieving can be so much like growing pains like when we were children. The pain hurts, but it doesn’t last forever. And the pain allows us to grow and to become stronger and taller and more us-like than we were before.

It refines us.

In my own situation, I don’t know how it’s going to change for the better, but I know that it just takes one small step at a time and trusting that grief is another sign of love. It can also be acknowledging that my idea of a situation isn’t what the reality will be and that it can hurt more than I expected it to. It could also mean I need to work on surrendering my expectations of the relationships involved in my situation.

It’s really not easy, especially since sometimes we REALLY want to fix the situation but the miscommunication continues to make it worse. This then leads to the idea that:

Sometimes, love just gets its signals crossed <3

Thanks for reading!

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