Nikita Gill

Nothing about this was ever going
to be easy, freedom was built
on backs and bones and blood.

Kindness is given freely. It is given with your choice. It is given to those that require it, not those who think it is their entitlement and their right

There is so much beauty in where you come from. So much that it terrifies some of the people in this foreign land because they do not come from there.

Remember this about the ones who betrayed you. Their love was neither as honest nor as pure as the love you give to yourself. It’s the only love worth having.

You should date a person who is self aware and recognises their own flawed humanity.

I’ll never forget the words you said to me. “What happened to you, you used to love me.”

I began to choose myself. That’s what happened to me.

But what do you do with this wild thing that doesn’t listen, that chooses romance when you laugh at the idea of what romance is.

There is witchcraft here, a kind of witchcraft every hunted woman practices when she finds love.

Everyone else treats the rotting things that are falling
from your lips like they are sugar spun soft as cotton candy,
because people don’t want to see something ugly 
When it is more efficient and less painful to see
something pretty and acceptable inside their heads.

It was slow, this cancer that grew within our love. It took the pure thing we planted and rotted it from the very roots of what it was.

You can survive and withstand anything.

Learn how to date yourself. Learn how to cherish moments alone. Learn how to experience life with the unique perspective that you were born with.

So let me love you, but let me love you right. Bring me your tired body. Bring me your soft heart. Bring me everything that makes your heart quiver and your mind tense. Let me kiss these broken shards of you and let them know that they are loved too.

So what do you do when you realise that you have strayed so far away from your life goals that there is nothing you can do to possibly come back and make that time up?

You invent new ones.

Closure is what you make of it. What matters is how the thing you are seeking closure for affected you. What lessons you took from it. And how easily you are willing to let it go.

When someone has taken up permanent residence in a corner of your heart, but been temporary in your life, you will always remember them.

Who was the person who had always held my heart and treated it with the utmost care? Who was the person who gently nursed it back to health each time? Who was the person who deserved my gentle heart more than anyone I had given it to? The answer was always there. It was me.

Some loves were not planted in the right soil to grow.