Quotes from Dominic Riccitello

The hard part wasn't breaking up. The hard part is forcing myself to fall out of love with you.

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

Three years later and I'm still writing about you. I don't know if that says more about you or I.

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

I pushed him against his Jeep, looked him dead in the eye and kissed him. He asked if he could come up, and I just walked up the steps and said, not yet. That was the moment I knew I loved him.

I think if we stop running towards broken arms, we'd all be just fine.

I'm not looking for anything, but who knows. Lightning is weird.

Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.

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

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't as a fairytale ending.

I fear falling in love and understanding why.

Sometimes relationships aren't meant to be forever. We stumble upon one another to learn, to love, to appreciate and become who we're supposed to be.

I smell him in intervals, in varieties, in ways I don't quite understand.

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.

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

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.

It wasn't worth it, but at the time it was. And that's all that mattered.

It was our first date and I asked what his favorite movie is. He asked if I'd judge him, but instead of judging him I just loved him.

We do things because we want it, not because they're good for us.

And I went into the new year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.

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

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.

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

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