Nikita Gill

The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.

Just don’t lie to me and promise me forever please. I have already spent hours wasted with people who promised me that and ended up as temporary as the seasons.

I love myself far too much to allow you back into my life ever again. You were a dangerous thing that made me question my existence without you. Well, not only did I learn to live without you, I learned how much better life is when one person is not your universe.

I try to spend a vast majority of my time trying to figure out how to be nice to other people. I always think I am not doing enough.

On your worst days, when the world has been most cruel to you, when things have gone so wrong you can barely breathe without a thousand knives feeling like they are stabbing into you and you feel like you don’t…

The people you love are not above being temporary if you do not appreciate or care for them. That version of love where someone loves someone else unrequited whilst the other person does whatever they want is nothing but a movie formula. And even in the movies, the person who is fooling around realises what they have lost once it’s gone and go chasing after it.

Love is not supposed to be so hard. Yes, love requires compromise, and it requires change but it should not feel like it is difficult to change a few things about your life for that person.

Alone and lonely are two different things. Alone means nights with my books. Alone means quiet star gazing and drinking tea drinking on my roof. Alone means hours of self aware retrospection in a coffee shop whilst scribbling poetry. But most importantly alone means not wilting into the arms of a man who may not appreciate the stars and poetry.