I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together. Lisa Kleypas, Blue-Eyed Devil (via sundaylatte)

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That’s the thing about being with someone new, they don’t know how to touch you. They don’t know that when you’re sad you don’t like to be talked to, just held. They don’t know that when you’re in public you don’t like anything but a simple kiss and your hand held. They don’t know that when you’re sleeping you twitch and that your back needs to be rubbed to make it stop. They don’t know that when you’re making love you like to be kissed from your lips to your inner thigh. They don’t know how to love you the way I do. (via n4ughty-y)

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