Dominic Riccitello

Making love with strangers is how you get hurt.

He was good and then really good and then bad and then really bad, but since he was good I got lost in the thought that I could fix it.

Sometimes love them more than you, but just make sure you love yourself too.

It was love. It was lust. It was just between us. The passion, the desire, the fire. The way we held on in so little time and his eyes when he saw me for the first time.

I__e spent awhile trying to figure out where I__ going and the only thing I__e come to realize is it doesn__ matter where, it__ how I get there.

Someone's therapist knows all about you.

We were in ways I can__ seem to grasp. We moved like fluid, scattering our love throughout each other. We moved along, out of our eyes and through our veins. It was unintentionally and in turn, unconditionally.

I see more light than dark, but when I encounter dark I seem to get lost in it.

We must make tough decisions to see if it__ worth it in the end.

Sometimes relationships aren__ meant to be forever. We stumble upon one another to learn, to love, to appreciate and become who we__e supposed to be.

You can__ just be. You have to become.

I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.

I fear falling in love and understanding why.

Sure, he might not have been perfect, but if I thought he was, isn__ that all that matters?

I love you, but there will be a dozen more too.

Maybe I hold on for too long, but maybe you don__ hold on for long enough?

I never said I love you because I knew he would understand it differently. I loved him, and I still do, but it was as a chapter. It wasn__ as a fairytale ending.

You have to grow. You have to be. You have to love yourself unconditionally.