Marisa Donnelly

Never underestimate the value of a power snack.

If I were asked to define you,
I wouldn’t have an answer.

But I promise to be the girl that never stops trying.

When you date a woman who knows how to love, you realize what you’ve been missing.

We create rules for how people should fall in love, what love should look like, how two people should feel. But I say f*ck that.

Be in the moment, in the now, in the next step.

Maybe it’s timing, maybe it’s the circumstance, maybe it’s you, or maybe it’s me. But right now, I can’t look at you and say you’re the one I want. I can’t close my eyes and make something out of the space between us.

Listen seniors: This isn’t the best it’s going to be.

Love is meant to be two completely independent people somehow finding a way to mesh into one another’s lives. It’s supposed to be confusing and difficult. It’s supposed to be messy. It’s supposed to be real.

Sometimes I think real love lies in the little things. In the small ways we love each other, choose each other day after day after day.

She’s a fighter.

“You will always be the miracle that makes my life complete,
And as long as there’s a breath in me, I’ll make yours just as sweet.”

There’s no way to know exactly who you are, to love exactly who you are before getting into a relationship because you’re not just a one-dimensional being.

You are not a bad person because the one you love lost their battle. There is nothing you could have done differently to change the course of life, to change God’s plan, to change the path we are traveling on.

Let’s throw our maps out the window and just go. We’ll trade stories of our histories and laugh at our scars. We’ll stop fighting the universe and let it bring what it must, let it bring us together.

See, Mr. Turner, this is where you went wrong—instead of being a father, teaching your son how to be a good man, you made him a victim in his own crime.

It doesn’t matter the sex of your friend, the race, the background, the history, the time frame, or even the age—a best friend is a best friend because of the way you shape and mold and blend into one another’s lives.

Stay so I can show you how beautiful the sky is on a summer night, or how the crickets sing their love melodies as the sun goes down. Stay so I can rewrite our histories, bring you even closer so I’ll never know your absence. Stay so I can kiss every wound on your heart, until you forget that you were ever broken.