To embrace love is to invite grief. They walk together, hand in hand, though love arrives first, knocking at the door. Grief lingers quietly at the corner, waiting patiently for its inevitable moment. Everything that blooms must one day fall. Through many seasons, grief may stand still, lingering like shadows at dusk. It does not rush, yet it does not leave.

Love, in its fullness, welcomes grief, for it knows this: to hold something dear is to mourn its loss. They weave a quiet rhythm that shapes the soul. Grief carries the echoes of love, of how deeply we once cared. In time, grief softens—not to erase love but to cradle it, letting it bloom anew.