A Perfect Love Story Doesn't Matter Anyway Novels & Stories

"But I'm not that good." Rowan raised his hand and brushed my tears away. "Love has never required perfection. It only requires you to be you."

Really? "Can you love someone soo much that, that person becomes your oxygen, without them your life becomes pointless? Nah, this all looks good in movies and books, but reality is far away from all that. I guess love is just something when you think about something or someone too much, but then you find someone else to think about and you forget about the previous person. I hope Madiha will soon find someone else to think about soon. Zaheer's POV,

"Why did it have to be him, of all people? I don't even know why I'm here! Drinking away my sorrows just to forget about him. It's not as if he's that handsome. I mean, Jade has such a nasty temper, and I hate what he does sometimes. Do I even deserve this?!" "It's always like that, bestie. Sometimes, we don't get what we want from life. See, most of us aren't perfect my dear. We just have to make the best out of people even if we think their wrong for us, sometimes. Make Jade a perfect gentle man, Fire. I notice his best whenever he's with you. Have you seen the spark in his eyes, recently? That's the charm you've given to him. I've also noticed the same joy in you of resent. I don't know i

“To those who are here… and to those who watch over us from somewhere else. May love always be stronger than our fights. And when we don’t agree… may we always know how to choose each other again.” The glasses clinked. Ariel and Evan slept peacefully. Still unaware that all of this story had also begun because of them. Life had brought them together through a collision. And Ayden, looking at it all, thought something that settled his soul completely: Love is not perfect. But when it is true… it is enough. THE END

Please believe that if I had a choice, I would trade everything for the chance to watch you grow up. Love, Mommy.] Candice cried all night long. The next day, she went to Kathleen's grave and, with genuine sincerity for the first time, said, "Mom, I'm sorry." However, some words came too late, and some love was understood far too late. Just like Kathleen had once predicted—everyone got what they wanted: a perfect and well-behaved Kathleen. However, the price they had to pay was to lose her forever.

Lilian Roseforth POV They say that the best stories are the ones where everything falls perfectly into place—where there are no mistakes, no misunderstandings, no pain. The world loves fairy tales: the handsome prince, the beautiful bride, the grand wedding, and a life of endless happiness without trouble or fault. For a long time, I thought that was what I wanted too. I thought that if a love was real, it would be easy, and that if there was hurt or confusion, it meant something was wrong.

“She’s… been going through a lot. And I don’t blame her for wanting space. But I love her. I’ve always loved her. Our wedding is going to be the biggest this country’s ever seen.” The audience clapped. Catherine stared in horror. “She’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted to marry. I won’t give up on her, no matter what people say. Love isn’t perfect. Sometimes it’s messy. But I won’t let go.” He paused for dramatic effect, then added: “She’s my fiancée. I’m just giving her time to come home.” Catherine dropped the remote. Her pulse was a thunderstorm. He was rewriting the narrative right in front of the world. And worse—people were eating it up.

He knew what it meant as somehow I seeked a perfect ending to our love story. Or perhaps, not every tale had to have a perfect ending. Would this be our perfect end?

"I know your relationship isn't really the best because of the arrangement. But it can work out" "This isn't a movie where there's a perfect love story," I say laughing. "What If it turns out to be the perfect love story? I pray hard for you two Kendall. Everything is not perfect yet, but I strongly believe in change" I nod my head in agreement, even though I didn't agree to anything she was saying. After months of being treated like a plastic bag full of cow's shit, how can we move back from that to being in love? That's impossible!

I said, kissing her hand, "have to go through both the ups and downs of life and fight for our love." "Well, fuck the perfect love story. I don't need it. We're flawed and imperfect, but still deep in love and in a functional relationship that makes our hearts race fiercely with love. That's all we need. We've learnt lessons the hard way. We've made mistakes, but who doesn't? If those people exist then lucky them." She moved a little closer to me and looked me deep in the eyes. "I don't need perfect. I need something real. Something heartfelt that makes me feel alive. Something I choose and I’m proud to have.