A Perfect Love Story Doesn't Matter Anyway นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"What was I supposed to tell you, huh? You would have left me the minute you knew and are you forgetting, I'm not the only one who lied. for god sake, I was just trying to not ruin our relationship which just took off six months ago. I thought you would understand but no, like everyone else, you are just worried that I tried to hide things. Things that were not even in my control. Things that terrify me to to my core. You know what I understood today, that no matter what I do, no one is going to understand. You are right, you should hate me. Hate me...." Before I could hear any more of the words and lose my sanity, I left the apartment without bothering to look back. I knew all those words w

I wanted all my firsts to be special, not constantly worrying about what the other might be thinking or the fact that I kept feeling guilty. "I'm going to say this to myself as much as to you," Taylor said, kissing the top of my head. "Life isn’t perfect or easy… The stories of soul mates and their eternal love are only sugar-coated versions of reality. Look at those power couples around us… Alpha Elijah and Luna Scarlett’s, sure we know them as this amazing couple who love each other deeply and have the chemistry to die for… but they did not have it easy—even on their journeys, there were difficulties. We need to create our own love stories, overcome our differences, issues and hardships to

“Of course, you will marry someone you love before the year ends. Just don’t be too choosy. The majority of women want a perfect guy, but you have to understand that not everyone can have a perfect lover because no one is perfect. Every one of us has flaws… so try not to be a perfectionist when it comes to choosing a lifetime partner so that you can finally enjoy having a romantic relationship with someone." He paused for a moment to catch his breath, then continued, "Remember the saying… A perfect guy is boring and, besides, there is no such thing as a perfect guy. So dig deeper into the guy's attitude, not so much into his outside appearance. As long as the guy is gentle, romantic and resp

He turned to Victoria, his tone like steel as he said, "Get rid of it. I’ll pay you off. After that, I never want to see you again." My eyebrows shot up. His mother’s dying regret had been never seeing a grandchild being born. Ethan and I had no fertility issues, yet all these years, we had never conceived. And now, when Victoria carried his child, he cast it aside so easily? Victoria’s face went pale. With a final, bitter warning not to regret it, she stormed out. Ethan turned back to me with guilt in his eyes. "I know you hate her. This was my mistake, but I promise it won’t happen again."

“No one in the family wanted us to be together but he didn’t let go of me. No matter how many times I pushed him away. It didn’t matter if I said no, if I was scared, if I thought it couldn’t work. He chose me again and again.” My teeth grind. The fuck is she talking about? Maria’s head lifts. “He really… chased you?” Issa nods, giving her a smile she’s never aimed at me. A lie, through and through. “Love isn’t perfect, Maria. It’s messy. It hurts sometimes. But it’s about choosing each other over and over again, even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard.” Every word twists in my gut. It’s fiction. Fantasy. And yet Maria’s eyes are filling with tears. Her body unclenches like Issa just

Loving each other. One day at a time. One moment at a time. Building a life that mattered. Not because it was perfect. But because it was theirs. Completely, utterly, beautifully theirs. And that was enough. More than enough. That was everything. Everything they'd ever needed. Everything they'd ever wanted. Everything they'd ever fought for. Right here. Right now. This life. This love. This family. Perfect in all its imperfect glory. Theirs. Forever theirs. Just as it was always meant to be.

And as the night wrapped around them, one truth remained unshaken— Some love stories don’t end with perfection. They end with purpose. With family. With a future that finally feels right. The end.

Then he showed him the last message I sent before boarding my flight. Sebastian opened the message and read it. "Sebastian, I tried for three years. I don't know what I did wrong to make you hate me so much. I've used up all my love and burned through every ounce of pride. I slammed into every wall. I've let go of every bit of resentment and accepted my loss. "From the cracks you left me in, I learned that you were only ever capable of surviving hard times, never sharing good ones. Sebastian, I'm not guilty at all. The problem lies with you. You broke your promises, and you were the first to let go."