Marisa Donnelly

I’m not good at forgetting the way I had loved so fiercely, feeling comforted by those stars, those lights thousands of feet below.

‘Playful’: You don’t like to be forced to think about forever when you’re still figuring yourself out.

You will be okay. You will find your footing again. You are too young, and the future is too beautiful and open to spend your days only focusing on what you don’t’ have, or have lost, or have not yet gained.

You make my soul buzz. And honestly, I don’t want this feeling to fade.

Hope.

Losing you has taught me that when people leave, it does not determine my worth.

According to legend, Kate Morgan, a woman who checked into the Hotel del Coronado In 1892 never checked out.

You will always be the words I never had to say, the promises you spoke to life with your lips—that no matter where we went, or how far apart, we would always be each other’s.

Today, tomorrow, and the day after next, I’ve chosen to see the road ahead as a promise of hope. Of possibility. And I’m going to trust that path—wherever it may lead.

Because tomorrow is a new day.

A man who loves you won’t darken your brilliance, but let your two souls—together—illuminate the sky.

Maybe, of all the characteristics and descriptions of the world, I want something that reflects my spirit, my heart, my tenacity and lust for life.