Marisa Donnelly

Just because I’ve loved before doesn’t mean that my heart is flimsy and weak. It doesn’t mean that I go around giving it to everyone I meet. It doesn’t meant that my words mean less when they come from a mouth that’s kissed prior to you, or hands that have held other hands.

Live intentionally. Say things that you mean; say things that matter.

Letting go of you meant saying goodbye to the girl I was with you. And welcoming a new girl in.

Listen. There’s always going to be something that you’re not ‘enough’ of. There’s always going to be some part of you that won’t measure up to perfection because guess what? You’re not perfect.

I keep putting you in this box, keep labeling you as something you’re not, something I can believe in. I keep thinking, every single time, that things will change, that things have changed, that things were never as bad as they were.

But maybe I’ve just been blind.

I promise to always love you with that childish sort of abandon, the kind of love that is so pure, no matter what obstacles come our way.

I threw all my hope into you, thinking that you could save me. But I’m not angry that you didn’t. Because I was forced to save myself.

I’ve learned that wandering means letting go, means embracing a new life, a new culture, a new schedule, a new experience. It means learning to be unafraid of what’s around you, or even what’s coming next.