Marisa Donnelly

I don’t want to get lost in the taste of you; I want to get lost in your mind.

Maybe it doesn’t matter if we are two polar opposites, that we love so differently, and that we have different ways of thinking. Maybe what matters is that we love with all we have.

I want all the ways that you’re human—your sins, your inconsistencies, your fears, your failures. I want all of you, the real you, and I want to love you fully.

Engage in conversation with someone you just met.

You’re not unlovable just because your past relationships haven’t worked out. You’re not unlovable because the wrong person didn’t love you back or because you haven’t found ‘the one’ yet.

Family dinner was always a must. Everyone home at the same time, everyone talking about their days, everyone fighting over the dessert.

We can’t let what has happened to us destroy us and our futures. We can’t be limited by the ways we’ve been hurt, we’ve been let down, or the ways we’ve let ourselves down.

I want to know that I matter to you, too. That this matters. That a potential ‘us’ matters, and you aren’t just toying with my emotions.

If he hurt you, he doesn’t deserve you. It’s as simple as that.

Everything you do, he’ll find simply endearing—no matter how silly, or frustrating, or funny, or downright strange—he’ll love all the little things about you, because they make you, you.

You are going to have to face your demons. You are going to have to deal with people that bring you down. You are going to have to confront racism and sexism and just plain hatred, but you know what? You will continue to rise. Because you are strong. And you are loved.

Date a girl/guy that’s completely wrong for you. And learn what you deserve.

I want to figure out who you are and what you love, and maybe, just maybe, see if you could ever love me.

Is it easy for you to simply say ‘she’s gone?’
Than to see how far
your legs will take you.
Are you afraid
of what this, what us
could be?
Because I am too.

That’s how fragile trust is. One minute you know a person, and the next minute they transform before your eyes, becoming someone foreign and strange and terrifying. Becoming someone you didn’t know they had the power to be. And there’s no going back.

Sometimes I wonder if it was easy, letting me go.

I will always be thankful for our slice of time on this earth, for the moments we held hands, for the way we laughed, for our lazy Saturday afternoons, for the way we kissed as if time was running out.

I’ll never stop believing that we will one day find our people, that we will be connected to others, that our lives will be blessed by the relationships we have, even if they don’t always go as planned.