Marisa Donnelly

Losing you has taught me that when people leave, it does not determine my worth.

According to legend, Kate Morgan, a woman who checked into the Hotel del Coronado In 1892 never checked out.

You will always be the words I never had to say, the promises you spoke to life with your lips—that no matter where we went, or how far apart, we would always be each other’s.

Today, tomorrow, and the day after next, I’ve chosen to see the road ahead as a promise of hope. Of possibility. And I’m going to trust that path—wherever it may lead.

Because tomorrow is a new day.

A man who loves you won’t darken your brilliance, but let your two souls—together—illuminate the sky.

Maybe, of all the characteristics and descriptions of the world, I want something that reflects my spirit, my heart, my tenacity and lust for life.

I’m trying to be strong, to be seen as strong. But I don’t want there to be a barrier between my presence and my heart. I want to intimidate in the sense that I am respected and honored, but I don’t want to be unapproachable.

“Resistance is the first step to change.” — Louise Hay

I am not the girl you get to hold for a moment, then let go of. The girl whose worth is determined by the eagerness of your hands.

I don’t love you yet. But maybe that doesn’t matter. Because every time I look into your eyes, I know you’re right where I am—falling fearlessly, one kiss, one laugh, one moment at a time.

Aries: Energy.

You are a wild and beautiful thing.
You must always remember
the difference between being loved
and tamed.

October: “Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong.” — 1 Corinthians 16:13

I cannot heal you, I can only love you. And sometimes that is simply not enough

I want you to fall in love with the emotional, the spiritual, the sensual realm that exists beyond my skin.

Promise to be so strong that you will outshine those who do not see your brilliance. Promise to be so free that no one can look at you and not see a beautiful, unbound life.

It’s okay to be imperfect. It’s okay to be messy. It’s okay to flit back and forth with ideas and perspectives. It’s okay to not just be black and white.