And often when she finds herself missing him, missing the good moments with him, she whispers to herself, ‘The absence of you has taught me how to love myself. So thank you, my darling, my dearest.
NIKITA GILLAnd often when she finds herself missing him, missing the good moments with him, she whispers to herself, ‘The absence of you has taught me how to love myself. So thank you, my darling, my dearest.
NIKITA GILLBecome fluent in the language of letting go. Learn to give people up before they hurt you beyond repair.
NIKITA GILLWhen I set out to find my father, I was not being brave. I was acting out of fear or losing the only parent I ever had. They may want you to believe I was simple being brave, but anxiety makes more heroes than history would care to repeat.
NIKITA GILLI’d like to think our love does return to us reincarnated in different human forms. That people might be temporary, but love is permanent and it just changes form.
NIKITA GILLThere are graveyards inside you made of people that made you ache, made of memories that you barely survived made of trauma and heartbreak. These graveyards need to become gardens where you plant flowers that blossom, for you to let go.
NIKITA GILLIf he truly loves you, he will love you when you are an ocean breeze but also when you are a summer storm. You were not made to be loved in parts. You were meant to be loved as a whole.
NIKITA GILLPeople aren’t born sad; we make them that way.
NIKITA GILLAs leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.
NIKITA GILLYou are still the kindest thing that ever happened to me, even if that is not how our tale is told.
NIKITA GILLPeople are going to betray you the way Judas betrayed Jesus, the way Brutus betrayed Caesar, and you will love them anyway.
NIKITA GILLMy Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.
NIKITA GILLI don’t know how to love people well yet. But I know I can love you the way you deserve, if you let me.
NIKITA GILLWhat a perfect collision of star it was that came together at just the right moment at just the right time to build the incredible thing that is you.
NIKITA GILLWhy be a half-finished poem in some forgotten poet’s story, when one can be an odyssey in and of herself, part magic, part villain, part Goddess, part lover.
NIKITA GILLYou smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
NIKITA GILLA shadow is just a shadow until it starts to scare you.
NIKITA GILL