Novel & Cerita A Perfect Love Story Doesn't Matter Anyway

Not a perfect story. A human one.

Tossing it against the wall, the tumbler got shattered into a myriad of tiny shreds of glass that went flying and scattered all around the vast manly room. That seemed to bring his attention on me well enough, and that's what I wanted since the moment I stormed into this office. "She had always had only one dream and you cannot snatch it in a snap of a finger from her. That is called unfairness. Ophé cannot marry anyone aside from Ralph," I said in a sharp tone. "He is the right one for her, the one her heart has chosen and beats for, and you should be happy that she had found the perfect match for her as a real father would, instead of forbidding her from marrying the one she loves and forc

“They are perfect. This is perfect, my love.” THE 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

My jaw drops at the diamond ring in front of me. “I cannot afford the real thing. Would you wear this as a symbol of my love?” he asks, his alluring eyes on me. I frantically nod and watch him slip the ring on my finger. The diamond glimmers when I move my hand to admire the ring. It fits perfectly and feels just right. “This is perfect!” I beam while he chuckles. “It is fake,” he reminds me, but that does not matter to me. “I don’t care. I love it.”

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.