Nikita Gill

I’ve been thinking about soulmates again. And I think soulmates do exist, but not in the be all, end all, love only one-person kind of way.

Maybe no one told you this often enough, but it is okay to be sad. It’s all right to feel things to a point that makes you want to clench your fists tight. It’s fine to be angry.

You have tasted deadlier poisons than this and survived. There is more trauma you have faced and survived. Your body has remarkable resilience built into it in so many ways you do not know yet.

I hope you find the kind of love that can gently soothe your tormented soul. I hope the nights when you are most alone, you look at your phone and know just who to call to make you smile.

They say, “Yes you will suffer.” But they don’t say, “But you will also experience the deepest of joys. You will experience the births and deaths of the greatest of loves.

The person who loves you most will not make you cry yourself to sleep.

The fuel that runs this spirit, this soul, is not easy to understand. It is made of fire and it is made of water. It is made of the kind of darkness that will swallow entire stars.

There are days I wish I wasn’t made of so many painful things. Of secrets and heartache and tiredness and stories that make the people who have dared to stay and love me’s bones quake.

The sad thing is, no matter how good or kind or gentle you are, there are going to be people out there who would like to do nothing more than to tear you down.

I have always liked my people a bit damaged. A bit rough around the edges. A bit difficult to stereotype. A bit stranger than the normal crowd.

They say humans are predictable. That the best way to understand another human being is look at their pattern of behaviour and allow it to dictate your perception of them.

Controlling people are going to meet you at every point of your life, it is up to you to find a way out of such a situation.