Dominic Riccitello Quotes - Page 3

We grow apart because we grow in different stages and not all of our stages align.

He was my entire world. He still is. My best friend, lover, partner in crime and my other soul. But he didn’t agree. A person isn’t supposed to be your entire world, he said. But he’s wrong. When you love yourself, you love others. When you find yourself, you find others. When you create your world and it’s thriving, you create others. And I built an entire world for him. For us. As he once built for me.

We were in ways I can’t 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 you in every passing moment.

When you complete yourself is when you can complete someone else.

All of your fears and thoughts were mine, you were so scared but it was beyond divine.

Sometimes others narcissism will take place of your happiness. Don’t let it happen.

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

You can’t patch cracks on a glass house.

But could words bethe end of me?

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.

One day he’ll realize he is and was wrong. But that’s for him to figure out. You can’t change people or make them realize things they don’t want to see.

You don’t get over it. You move past it. You move through it. You lose yourself to find it, and when found, it’s yours and no longer theirs.

They always come back, but we don’t always answer.

I don’t remember his face or the place we ate. I only remember how he grabbed my hand and his voice when he spoke of his dad.

They leave to test the waters but fail to realize the waters are full of rapids.

Sometimes the anxiety takes over and I can’t seem to fathom the love he gives me.

You’re not supposed to be in a relationship because it’s comfortable, it’s supposed to be because they make you a better person.

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

We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.

I write in seconds. I don’t stop. I don’t think. I simply write and when it comes, it flows and it makes sense because it’s genuine. I don’t understand thought-out poetry. It doesn’t seem real to me.

I don’t believe he deserves the thousands of poems I’ve written about him, but life doesn’t follow rules. We do things for people who don’t necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to write about it.

I didn’t know what it was, who I was or who he was. I just knew what we could have become as one.

Give second chances, third chances, but not a fourth, a fifth, a sixth and so on. Appreciate yourself and understand your worth – know it takes time for people to change, to become better. But know what you can take and what you deserve.

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

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

He said I wanted revenge, but if I wanted revenge I would’ve just broken his heart.

I fear falling in love and understanding why.

Don’t allow people to come in and out of your life when it only benefits them.

I became to understand you and all of you.

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

How can you be afraid to live yet scared to die?

Some people you’re not meant to get over.

People love the facade of a perfection relationship because perfection seems alluring. What they don’t realize is perfection is terrifying.

It’ll always be mine, but it’ll always be your heart.

I love him. So much. To the point where you won’t understand. You don’t get it because I don’t get it. It’s there. It exists. It flows. It moves like rapids through my veins. Comes with bursts and occasionally fades with the day, but it’s always there. And when you find love like that, you don’t want to give it up. But sometimes you have to and sometimes you have to give it to someone else. That’s the hard part.

His love was a poison: soft and loveable, hideous yet touchable.

Old-fashioned dating still exists. You’re either dating the wrong people or you are the problem.

Sadness brings delicacy. Happiness brings subliminal terror.

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

As he stood in the darkness, his eyes glistened and that’s when I knew my light found its traction.

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

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.

I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

My mistakes were because I was selfless. I wanted to complete someone else, I didn’t think about completing myself.

I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to float or fall a thousand feet and create the crevice I called my life. But the thing with crevices, there’s always a top and always a bottom. And the feeling of appreciation when you look from the top and understand how fast it can all come crashing down — it’s more than beautiful and more than words could ever explain.

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

We can’t be afraid to dismiss the unappreciative.

Your worth is what you allow it to be.