When you love someone, there’s a pattern to the way you come together. You might not even realise it, but your bodies are choreographed: a touch on the hip, a stroke of the hair. A staccato kiss, break away, a longer one, his hand slipping under your shirt. It’s a routine, but not in the boring sense of the word. It’s just the way you’ve learned to fit, and it’s why, when you’ve been with one guy for a long time, your teeth do not scrape together when you kiss; you do not bump noses or elbows.
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Jodi Picoult - Nineteen Minutes (via runawaytrain) (via hearttosoul)
It isn’t a routine after all… (: