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

My gaze wanders to the sky as the justice of the peace performs the ceremony. “Now is the time for the votes. I stand in front of her and look into her teary eyes. Cecilia takes a little puppy breath so as not to spill them before speaking. — I've always been the type of girl who dreamed of Prince Charming, of perfect love, free of drama, of a happy family. And you definitely didn't fit into any of that. ’ Everyone laughs, and I crack a smile, because it’s true. — It was when I met you that I discovered that love doesn't have to be perfect, it doesn't have to be one hundred percent correct. You are the perfect person for me, Thomas. Even though you were angry, stubborn, bossy, and stubborn,

And our early morning was filled with intimate moans which I hope it's not too loud to avoid getting the attention of the people outside our room. Our love story didn't end here even if we die. It will be known and passed down to my children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren, and so on, to remember that love might come late, but it's not as late as you thought. This story is not perfect because not all love stories are perfect. However, the right time and the right person you are with is what makes it perfect. -END-

He smirked, "It is called accepting reality, you should try it some try." "I believe that love exists. Yes, the romance novels sell it way too beautiful, it becomes far-fetched and the movies heap cliche lines that are supposed to make you cry, it feels exaggerated. But I do believe that somewhere, two lovers' eyes meet and they can plainly see the love in them," She shrugged, "It isn't perfect, convenient but it doesn't have to be. They might have bills and work four jobs but in that briefest second when they hold each other, their body flushed against the other they remember why they were worth it, why they will pick the life they had a million times."

Ridhima said as more tears slipped from her eyes Her mother understood that something concerning her love life has happened. "Ridhu, I didn't lie to you about love that doesn't care about perfection or beauty. When love happens nothing matters if your partner is perfect or not. Let me tell you a story then you will get what true love is" Her mother said

Darren’s POV I couldn’t sleep. I’d stared at the ceiling for hours, watching the shadows shift across it like ghosts from a past I’d tried to bury. No matter how tightly I shut my eyes, her voice kept drifting back. Love isn’t about perfection. It’s about who shows up when it matters. She didn’t say it to flatter me. Isadora wasn’t the type to toss compliments like confetti. She meant it. That was the problem. Because I was starting to believe it too.

"Hasn't everyone, everybody wants to feel love so we label anything we feel as love, we fall in love with the idea of love from fairytales, books, movies hoping for perfection, perfection that we can never have," "Do you really believe there is no such thing a perfection?" "I think it depends on your definition of perfection, your perspective, your point of view and how you see the world," she said taking a sip of her wine slowly before placing it back on the counter. "I think you're perfect," "From what perspective?"

I had such a hard time at keeping my face straight and not squealing like a fangirl at that time. I will never tell you that I knew about how you tried to propose to me. I know how important it was for you to propose in a perfect way. But Jonathan do remember that if I say yes it will be to you and not to the way you propose to me. It won’t matter to me if you slide a metal band on my finger with a simple ‘Will you marry me?’ It is the emotion that counts. I will always say ‘yes’ to you. I would have said yes even if I had found that ring in my glass. You always try to make everything perfect but Jonathan if everything is always perfect in our lives it will become monotonous. It is little im

“Those are very old respected members of this community. Why do you think they did this?” She remains quiet, but I know that she will get my point very soon. “These people love you, Amari. You might not see it right now, but believe me, you are blessed with a priceless gift that even the wealthiest of men can never buy,” I proceed and she finally turns to look at me. “Sometimes love can be annoying, and intrusive, but believe me, there is nothing more worthy. Being all alone, discovering that the people you thought loved you, actually did not and having no one who cares whether you did right or wrong. That is…”

ADELE’s POV “What do you mean you are bad for me, Cahir?” I go ahead to ask him, “what exactly is so dangerous about me loving you and you loving me? You married me, you feel something for me” “I married you because you are useful to me” he sneers, his eyes lingering on my lips for a while, “and with everything I have going on in my head, I do not have the strength to fall in love” “But….” I touch his arm lightly, “it’s not my fault that I fell for you..you.

--- “Because I believe it.” She held his gaze. --- “And if you’re wrong?” --- Silence. --- Because that— That was the real question. --- Not hope. Not intention. --- Reality. --- --- Adrian didn’t look away. --- “Then we deal with it,” he said. --- Her brows pulled together slightly. --- “That’s not a plan.” --- “It is.” --- A pause. --- “It’s just not a perfect one.” --- --- Something in her chest shifted. --- Because perfection— Perfection had never been real.