Marisa Donnelly

See, that’s the thing we so often forget—our own strength. We see the world as big and unknown. We see the future as unpaved and scary. And for some strange reason, we see ourselves as small in comparison. But we’re not.

Stop doing whatever he’s doing just to give you eye contact when you speak.

A mama’s boy has a gentle soul and a big heart. He always puts others before himself, especially women. And he’s kind, so so kind.

“I want an extrovert. Period. Those types of chicks are more fun.”

Life is about picking yourself up when you fall. It’s about learning to smile when smiling feels like the hardest thing you can do. It’s about focusing on what you can do, on what you have, on what is good rather than bad.

You miss the way it was so easy to fall into a pattern with someone, how strange and wonderful it can be to shift your life into rhythm with someone else’s. But you don’t really miss him.

What do you fear?

To hate is to treat that person with spite, to fill your heart with sourness, to live a life that is bitter and angry. And with you, I can’t do that.

Make sure your person understands exactly how much they mean to you. If you need some ideas, here are some cute things to say to your boyfriend to make him feel loved: 

There’s no point in pretending I don’t care, and I didn’t care. Because I did. Because I do. Because I probably always will.

I think people believe trusting is weak, is naïve. But I’ve never agreed with that.

You drive me crazy. You make me want to scream. You make me want to cry. You make me smile from ear to ear. And sometimes you make me want to do all of that at once.

I get lost in books. And I want to get lost in you.

I don’t want thing. Things are just that—things—and they’ll never make me as happy as you giving me your heart and holding my heart safe in your hands.

When the time comes, we will learn each other slowly; we will become love in a way that’s gentle and soft like waves in a tide pool. We will learn who we are when we are together, when our lives consist of more than ourselves.

If you had to lose one of your five senses, which would you give up and why?

There’s no plans unless you make them.

But letting go of you
was like nothing else.
It was like watching a balloon
float into the sky and knowing
you’ll never get it back.