Marisa Donnelly

When you wanted to wear that skimpy crop top or cheeky bikini that made you look wayyyy older than your age.

I am homesick for the way you will love me, innocently yet recklessly, gently yet deeply.

Twerking and/or some form of erotic (or just weird af) dancing.

Photographs are like time capsules that let you flit, for a second, between what was and what is.

Not when we’re quiet and tangled in bed sheets, not in the shadow of a porch light, and not in a silent car on the highway.

“Make the first move. You’re the one approaching him?! That’s sexy. He’ll definitely be into you.”

No. I want to stick out my tongue like a child and roll my eyes when you speak. I want to call you out on your B.S. and shout your lies to the entire room.

As I watched my friends tease one another, spill drinks, talk, and toast this random, insignificant Thursday night, I felt a sense of peace.

Add some green plants. (Ones you won’t kill right away.)

Say deuces to the f*ckboys.

To truly hate means that you have truly loved, and is hate really any less emotional, less heart-gripping, and less passionate than love?

Stop worrying so much about who likes you or doesn’t like you.

The Pisces is the most giving of the signs. They are givers of gifts, of attention, of thoughts, and of love.

I never got to ask you what you were afraid of, what your dreams were, if you were happy.

“The sea’s depth can be predicted, but no one can know what’s in someone’s heart.”

You’re each other’s first friends. And first enemies. Which has totally made your bond unbreakable.

The way or she speaks. Is it quiet or loud? Do they speak with their hands or with their eyes? When they talk about something they’re passionate about, does the pace of their speech quicken?

Your stubbornness matched mine in ways that always made me question how we even ended up together. But we did, somehow.