Marisa Donnelly

I know it’s selfish, but I hope there’s still a part of you that wonders about me. That even though we’re miles and months apart, you find yourself staring at something that reminds you of me, twirling it between your fingers, fighting with your heart to call me.

I want a love with a purpose—a love that matters, a love that means something, a love that’s moving in a direction—not just a love that’s enjoyable but temporary.

You don’t have to travel to live this fulfilled, inspired life. But you have to leave what you’ve always known. Because that’s the only way you grow.

It’s a bad day, not a bad life.

When I kiss you, I’ll kiss all of me onto your lips. I’ll kiss you with heart, with passion. I’ll kiss you like no other woman has. I promise you’ll see the difference.

She’s passionate. She’s not the type of girl to be even-keel, ho-hum about everything. She’ll light a fire in you and will give your relationship a wonderful, exciting spark.

I’m not the booty call, the girl that’s just here to satisfy your needs or to be a warm body next to yours when the other half of the bed feels cold.

I’ll kiss your temples. The little divots where I know your mind is spinning. I will kiss away your headaches, your worries, your fears. I will kiss you into calm.