Marisa Donnelly

You think you have the power to cure things. Like addiction or disease or irrational fears. (PSA: You can’t.)

I don’t want our love to be comfortable. For us to describe ourselves as fine, good, happy. Life is too short for good, fine, and happy.

Because you’ll never have to wonder where she is. (She’s right next to you.)

He doesn’t just make you feel comfortable.

To feel means that you are experiencing life. It means that you are allowing yourself to be a real person. A person with faults and flaws, expectations and emotions. A person that is capable of loving and forgiving, breaking and rebuilding, again and again.

If you find yourself wishing for someone else. If your days feel empty, like something’s missing, if you know that this woman isn’t who you’d want to marry one day, then let her go.

People so often confuse vulnerability with weakness. They believe that being vulnerable is being naïve, is standing on a ledge, closing your eyes, and falling, blindly into people and relationships. But what they don’t understand, is that being vulnerable is the strongest thing you can be.

I know I cannot fix you, cannot make you whole. But I can make you believe. And I want that.

You celebrate the little things every single day.

Be a woman who doesn’t expect everything to be handed to her, but goes out and creates her own world.

You aren’t scared of letting someone in. Because you know that all men are not the same, and you don’t want to hide behind your fear anymore.

This might not be the way of the world, to be a fixer, to appreciate a fixer. It’s unhealthy, really, to love people that aren’t good for you, to try to mend what can only be mended by that person. But you try because it’s inherent within you to care.

And you don’t need to apologize for that.

You are totally capable of crushing on two people at once. Because the feels…duh.

I will not apologize for this stupid heart, this heart that knows better, but doesn’t care. This heart that sees the good in people. This heart that believes.

Does he listen with his eyes?

There are so many things you just can’t control in life. What others think of you is, unfortunately, one of those things.

You are the woman who built me up, who kept me strong, who took my mother’s place when she couldn’t be there. Who has always loved me as if I was one of your own, and some days made me really believe I was.

Don’t settle for anything less than excitement and jumping beans in the pit of your stomach. Nothing less than forever. Nothing less than knowing, beyond on a doubt that this is love.