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

"So I think we can cross that one off your list, too. Anything else?" My forehead drew together. "There's got to be something more, right?" "Emma, babe, I don't think so. Now don't get me wrong-even the best relationships have their ups and downs. No one's perfect, and no love story is perfect, either. All of them have times when the other person is driving you nuts, or you can't stand the way they chew, or they're depressed about something that just doesn't seem that important to you. But you get over it. You both move on together." He folded his hands behind his head, regarding me with fond amusement. "You want to know what I think?"

Her hands sl0wly hug around my torso, as I slowly tilt her head up, interlacing my fingers in her hair as I tugs on her strands delicately. "I am no fool, Mia. I am no fool. One day, you'll say yes to me, and when that happens I will make it worth your while. I'll show you how good you are at loving someone else, that, being me of course, and spend my days loving you as well. You say you're not perfect...So what? Who gives a shit. You're not perfect. No one is. But I swear to you, that if you give me a chance... Just one chance, I will make it worthwhile." I say as I pull her closer.

"You know, Blossom. I've been doing some thinking last night. I want you to give me one last chance of loving you and being a real man towards you. We can raise our daughter together and be a family." "I already have a family. With Jevan," I said, flashing him my engagement ring. "You think he loves you like I do?" "No. He loves me way beyond. The things you've done to me, he wouldn't even dream of hurting me. He kisses me when I'm upset and pulls me into his arms when I'm scared. That's what a real man does for his woman. Not abuse her or force her have your baby, you bastard." Hunter's lips curved until he smirked like the idiot he was. "Blossom, no one is perfect."

Just because your partner does not do or say the same thi it does not mean that you are not loved enough. Look, every single person is different. People have their way to express their love, care, and gratitude. Don’t judge your partner with their lens. A million couples can have a million ways to love, and they all might be equally in love. Love can be that flexible. Love can be that unique. There is no perfect way to love. There is no rule. There is no definition. Love is wild. Love is stupid. Love is wrong. Love is love. So if you are happy, if your heart is happy, and if your soul is happy, then you are living a perfect love story with a perfect person. What others are doing does not mat

“And if I told you I don’t want saving?” “Then I’ll still try.” She moved closer, unafraid now. The floor burned beneath her bare feet, but she didn’t care. She pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the violent rhythm of his heart under her palm. “Because love isn’t about saving someone who’s perfect—it’s about not giving up on them when they’re falling apart.” Kael’s breath hitched. For a moment, the darkness recoiled, the god’s whispers fading. He leaned forward, their foreheads touching, eyes locked in desperate silence.

"Randall, you're a selfish bastard! You don't understand what love is at all! You don't deserve to be loved!" I listened to her insults, yet I didn't feel the slightest ripple in my heart. Maybe she was right. Maybe I didn't know what love was, but at least I finally understood what it meant to let go. "I wish you happiness, Celina," I said before hanging up. Her tirade was cut off abruptly. I let out a long breath, feeling an unprecedented sense of relief. However, when I looked up, I found my parents standing not far away, watching me with complicated expressions on their faces.

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

I know it isn’t directed at me, but that doesn’t stop his words from hurting. “We can handle your dad!” I try to stamp down. I refuse to let Kain walk away with his tail between his legs if I can help it. Breathing in deeply, I shake my head. “Who else would your dad even give the company over to? And even if there was someone like that, is being stuck in a loveless marriage with someone you don’t know - really worth it, if we can’t be together?!”

"Please babe... let's talk and trash this thing ones and for all ... come open and let me in please ... you know I truly love you, right ... ? " In anger, Shane stood up again and went back to the door, saying ... " What is your problem ... ? Please leave me alone ... go meet your boyfriend for I know he is your boyfriend ! " Mira then replied ... "Believe me please... he is not my boyfriend Shane... you are the only man in my life, trust me ! "

"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 Cheska. 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!