You may not think you are extraordinary but I do. You see, you haven’t seen yourself the way I have seen you, in the quiet of a rooftop at 4 a.m. the sky spilling the moon’s light just to illuminate your skin, your eyes star-sung bright whilst you talk about all those soft things you love so well, so much passion in your voice even the darkest stars smiled listening to you speak. That’s the version of you that has permanently implanted itself in my heart. That’s the version of you I will always see and no matter what happens between us, that is the version of you that will never leave me.
— Nikita Gill