You don't know what to do with your fear; you just know when it does come, it has to be a secret you keep to yourself. - Nikita Gill

You have been created from the blood of incalculable planets and immense supernovas and infinite constellations. And they didn’t spend years painting your soul into masterpiece-like existence for you to waste it on someone who doesn’t appreciate you.

There is still love to be found here. It just needs someone to whisper it back to life. This is spell work. It is time-consuming, full of errors . . . . . . but it is not impossible.

That sadness that you do not speak of,
that haunts you in the ache of midnight.
Give it to me.
I want to heal that.