Dominic Riccitello

It wasn__ good. It was good in the beginning and I held on to that.

He was my entire world. He still is. My best friend, lover, partner in crime and my other soul. But he didn__ agree. A person isn__ supposed to be your entire world, he said. But he__ wrong. When you love yourself, you love others. When you find yourself, you find others. When you create your world and it__ thriving, you create others. And I built an entire world for him. For us. As he once built for me.

Some people you__e not meant to get over.

I, too, was fiercely independent and thought I could make two equal four.

It__l always be mine, but it__l always be your heart.

He grabbed my hand and that__ when I felt my heart beat for the very first time.

His whisper was the softest sound I ever knew, which seemed to bring the loudest heartbeat.

He said he liked my rhythm. I said I liked his heartbeat, and it was within that moment I knew our corners would never meet.

I gave him my heart without thinking how it would feel if he returned it.

Your intuition speaks on a higher plane than anything you__l ever grasp.

We live in a world of contrast and it__ sad we are among people who can__ seem to grasp the differences surrounding them.

They__e scared of the other kind of love. The one which lacks hurt, but pains after awhile.

You didn__ understand the poem, but that was because it wasn__ for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

Masochists hold on to broken people. Artists hold on to broken memories.

To fall in love with pain is to fall in love with art.

I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.

I think we might__e met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you__e kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.