Beautiful Imperfections Novels & Stories

He began to speak again, his voice quieter now but still clear enough for everyone to hear. “I called this piece Perfection,” he said. “Not because the woman in it is flawless, but because she represents something perfect to me. Something rare. She’s strong, but gentle. She’s been through things, yet she still carries light. To me, she is perfection — not in the way the world defines it, but in the way she exists. She doesn’t have to try. She simply is.” I felt my eyes start to sting.

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

But then you come into my view with that charming smile of yours and those kind eyes, making me forget all these thoughts. Every day you tell me how perfect I am and then you go ahead and point out all your imperfections. Do you think I don’t know you, Jonathan? I know you inside and out baby, I know your flaws but I also know that you won’t be what you are now without them. Love is not about seeing someone as perfect; it is about accepting them with all their flaws and rough edges. You tell me that you have never been in a relationship, you have never committed yourself to someone but neither have I. You say that you don’t want to hurt me but what if I hurt you? I am not perfect Jonathan. I

"For me you are pure. You are not at a fault for the thing that happened to you. You fought till the last ounce of energy is what makes you stronger than him and he took the wrong advantage of your vulnerable state proves that he is not a man enough" He wiped the tear from the corner of my eye with the pad of his thumb. "My... my scars" I told him about my imperfections. My chin was wobbling without my permission and tears were again starting to dwell up as that night came in front of my eyes. I am still not able to forget that. My heart trembles whenever I think about that. "You are just perfect. You.... you deserve someone better. I am fla... flawed now"

I grabbed onto my bed sheets and shut my eyes. "You're wet for me baby," he teased softly and in a voice that made me even wetter than I already was. I shivered as I released my hold on the sheets and moved my hands underneath his shirt, removing it and taking in his perfect fit. Why everything about this man has to be so damn perfect?

Does she have the time to feel true love and have him as her King? When your life is already planned ahead of you, do you really have a choice to change it? When you’re born with a tiara on your head, do you really think you have the chance to correct and perfect your imperfections? Probably not.

It’s like the pull of a drug wondering that he desires me. When he may want to have almost any girl in the world. Every single girl he’s dated has been a knockout beauty. I mean, perfect tens. They are the sort of female featured in magazines. The kind of female who are so bodily perfect, you hate them just for existing. He never dated them for lengthy though. Most of them, he went out with once, and that was it. And I'm far cry from perfect . I appear in the replicate and I see imperfections galore. If even perfect wasn’t exact enough to hold him involved lengthy term, how full of myself would I have to be to think that I could be the woman to change him.

But why don't they try to adapt the beauty of that unrealistic approach in their own lives to make even their real lives beautiful? After all, it wasn't an unknown fact that perfection was just a relative word; it's your imperfections that teach you to rise and love because you get to know your individual self but sadly, no one wants to know themselves, all they want to know is the perfect someone which doesn't exist in its entirety but rarely in its own imperfect state.

"Let's end this debate with the conclusion that all women are beautiful." "You annoying." "I don't care if I'm annoying. But one thing's for sure..." Sean ran his fingers through Angel's hair, then he gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Women's beauty will never end. There are always women who are more beautiful than other women, and always have been. The most important thing in my eyes is that you are the prettiest, and that's enough." ---

Only that smooth, untouched facade had changed a great deal - now she knew there were imperfections underneath that he tried and tried and tried again to polish down. She liked that. Neither of them were perfect, and neither was their relationship that was so full of complications and busy schedules and having almost no time alone anymore. So it would be strange if they were perfect now. It just wouldn't feel real. Besides, perfect was overrated. As she was slowly learning, had been slowly learning all this time and was not starting to understand - she had to be fine with 'okay.' And if this was 'okay,' she thought as Atlas pressed his lips to her forehead and stroked the small of her back i