Marisa Donnelly

It doesn’t matter the sex of your friend, the race, the background, the history, the time frame, or even the age—a best friend is a best friend because of the way you shape and mold and blend into one another’s lives.

Stay so I can show you how beautiful the sky is on a summer night, or how the crickets sing their love melodies as the sun goes down. Stay so I can rewrite our histories, bring you even closer so I’ll never know your absence. Stay so I can kiss every wound on your heart, until you forget that you were ever broken.

I hope you know I’ll answer. Love has a funny way of tying hearts together, and I always knew we’d be connected, even if our original feelings are no longer there. We always will be.

The thing about home is that it’s transitory. It changes as you change.

“Forget anything else, all I really want is someone who makes me laugh. Because that’s all you really need to last through the bullsh*t of getting old.”

Your heart isn’t any less beautiful now that he’s gone. Your soul doesn’t have any less sparkle with him not by your side.

At some point in every day, do something for yourself, just because.

I want your time and your touch, your adventurous side, your longing to experience. I just want you, in all your forms, to discover what’s out there. Discover it with me.