Dominic Riccitello

You don__ need them. It__ that simple. But for some reason it__ complex. It__ difficult. It__ dangerous. We can__ seem to fathom it.

It takes awhile, but eventually you realize they lost you. You didn__ lose them.

Relationships aren__ meant to be based upon example. If you go with the flow all will come.

Eventually I__l stop writing about you and it__l be bittersweet. Not because I__ not in love with you, but because I__l just love you.

One day he__l realize he is and was wrong. But that__ for him to figure out. You can__ change people or make them realize things they don__ want to see.

My mistakes were because I was selfless. I wanted to complete someone else, I didn__ think about completing myself.

The silences weren__ awkward. For me at least. Because I was there in the moment with him.

Three years later and I__ still writing about you. I don__ know if that says more about you or I.

You were like fine wine, but cheap wine gets you drunk faster.

Instead of writing my rules, I followed his. And that__ when I knew it all went wrong.

I loved you with different words than you knew and that seemed to scare you.

Silence is only awkward if one cannot feel a connection with the other.

Don__ break my heart. Crush it. Destroy it. Let me wallow it until I feel hollow in it. I__l bash in the pain. I__l scream your name and then one day I suddenly won__.

Loving him made me never want to love another human being.

I went into the new year loving myself in different ways, in a different possibility. It was then that I understood things I hadn__. It was then that I understood people I hadn__. We work in ways where sometimes we don__ align because our intersections lead us elsewhere. We find ourselves in rapids which lead to lightning, in beds that leave us homesick. We lust after the impetuous, in hopelessness, and sometimes in the reactive. We like things and people who are bad for us and that__ fine. It__ fine because it__ life. It happens. They exist. We exist. We all exist together in this world where nothing seems to make sense. Where everything is nothing but imaginary because it__ what we imagine it to be. Reality exists and it__ there, but life is what you make it. Your actions ask for it. How you exist is how you exist.We take every new year and give it a theme because we__e scared of how it could be. You change in the moment, not by years. You be to become and becoming is something which frightens people. Lead by example instead of letting the example lead you. Take this new year and find yourself in people who question it because questioning is how you gain from it.

Loving you was easy. Hating you was hard. Falling out was insane.

running with sharp knivesnever got me so farbut running with youseemed lovely

Life isn__ about building something with someone else. It__ about building something for a cause greater than yourself, but if someone comes along and they__e worthy enough, we let them build with us.