Dominic Riccitello

I loved you with texture. You loved with a softness. Texture brought detail, softness brought folds. Folds brought creases and creases had secrets.

You__e not supposed to be in a relationship because it__ comfortable, it__ supposed to be because they make you a better person.

You can__ patch cracks on a glass house.

I stopped writing in a way they would understand because it wasn__ for them or even him. It was for I to understand, for I to make sense, and for I to let go of it.

How you react to a situation says more about you than you know.

I loved him to death. Then I came to realization with how arrogant he was and instead of falling out of love, I fell harder. Every passing day I fell a little harder, a little faster, and a little sadder. I became anxious, obsessive, hurt, and sad. But one morning I awoke to realize I fell out of it. I loved him. I still do. But I was in love with him until the death of the relationship. Now I just love him. From afar. From the knowledge. From the happiness an individual gave me.

Mountains in the distance remind me of you.

The thing with breaking up is they leave, but the memories stay.

I love him. So much. To the point where you won__ understand. You don__ get it because I don__ get it. It__ there. It exists. It flows. It moves like rapids through my veins. Comes with bursts and occasionally fades with the day, but it__ always there. And when you find love like that, you don__ want to give it up. But sometimes you have to and sometimes you have to give it to someone else. That__ the hard part.

When you know, you know and it flows in your mind like waves. Coming forward as it pulls with the tide. It brings anxiety, terror, and it__ beyond anything plausible.

When is it too right but too wrong to be right?

You were a rhyme who mattered, a being who slipped all too often.

Ran out of things to say, metaphors for you. Why the ocean__ clear instead of blue, why mountains in the distance had reminded me of you.

The beauty was nothing made sense. We were complex. We were intricate. We were designed with flaws which seemed to make everything perfect. But the defining word is seem. We don__ see what__ in front of us until it__ away from us. Until it__ behind us. Until it doesn__ bother us. Sometimes things aren__ perfect, yet they appear to be. Sometimes life doesn__ make sense until it does. But it always does.

Stop making excuses for other people. For why they do certain things. For how they treat people or how they treat you. Giving excuse and justifcation gives defense which lets them act however they want. It allows them because you tolerated it. Don__ accept less than what you__e worth because you__e worth a lot.

Not every relationship is meant to last. Some are there to create an impact on your life. Relationships that last three months are just as important as ones that last a lifetime.

We love certain people until death. We love others until we don__. And sometimes we never fell in love in the first place. Falling in love isn__ necessary. Building character, life experience, development, and self-love: those are important. People get lost in the idea of affection for another person that they completely disregard themselves. That__ dangerous. Life isn__ about building something with someone. Life is about building something for yourself, but if someone comes along and they align, you share it with them.

We were as big as the ocean, but as fragile as an ego.