Marisa Donnelly

Be gentle. Gentle with yourself because there is only so much beating your little heart can take.

One day, love will find you. And it will be everything you didn’t know you needed, and everything you’ve desired for so long. It will be all that you waited for, prayed over, wished upon late at night. Love will be worth it, and show you that you’re worth it.

You may be far from me, but we still share the same sky, the same dreams, the same wishes, the same love. You may be far from me, but we still look up and are grounded in who we are and who we’re meant to be—one day, together.

You consider your bond to be closer than family.

Why is it that we don’t know how to live until we’re close to dying, until we get the diagnosis that changes everything, until we lose someone close to us and realize how much we’ve taken for granted?

You may have let go of him, you may be in love with him still, but you need to ask yourself this: Do you want him back for the right reasons? Does he deserve a place in your heart? Are you willing and able to love him enough to forgive him, to bring him back in? And is he worthy?

For she knows you, knows that you are imperfect, and yet wants you to be hers.

Let’s love one another so well, the past doesn’t matter so much anymore.

Sometimes you must take a break, let the world fall away and figure out how to spin without you, because as much as you fear it won’t, it will.

You put your arms around me and I am wild. Desperately reaching for you, to put my mouth on yours, to kiss my every dream onto your lips until we breathe the same desires, until all the time and space is no longer lost between us. Until we are one.

How do you know what love is, will be, will become? Or if it will hurt? You don’t. But that’s the beautiful thing.

When we fall in love with someone, when we choose to intertwine our hearts with one another, we want to give, want to share, want to open and offer all of ourselves—but this isn’t about the physical, tangible things. This is about our heart, our emotion, our love.

Be patient with it, for you are only human.

Maybe ‘home’ is not about where you are, but about how you feel. The way you find yourself belonging to a person or place, simply because it’s where your heart has decided to rest.

Father, please be with this boy I loved. Show him how powerful you are, how big your heart is. Show him the love you want for him—a love that is pure, passion, and honorable to both him, and you.

You are not defined by your pain, by your past, by what has broken you. You are defined by how you believe and by how you rise.

There is no set definition for love. No foolproof means of identifying or labeling it, no sure way to know whether what you’re feeling is pounding in your partner’s heart. But it’s beautiful, nonetheless.

See, physical love will not last. Beauty will fade, attraction will dwindle, and passion for the body will be replaced by passion for the mind. And that’s the love I want to have.