Quotes by Dominic Riccitello

Making love with strangers is how you get hurt.

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

I stopped writing in the obvious. I wrote how I saw it and if they don’t understand it, that’s fine.

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

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

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

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

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

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

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

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

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

We live in a world of contrast and it’s sad we are among people who can’t seem to grasp the differences surrounding them.

Your intuition speaks on a higher plane than anything you’ll ever grasp.

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

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.

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

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

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