Novel & Cerita Cause Im Not Perfect

Xander teased moving my head away from his torso. I blushed furiously, looking down I hid my red cheeks. How idiot Iris. You were not supposed to say that. "You don't need to know anything about me. Except..." He stopped looking into my eyes. "Except?" I urged frowning with confusion. "That you don't need to be perfect, as I love finding perfection in your imperfection. And more than that always remember angel, that, you are not born to be perfect, you are born to be you.

She pressed her cracked lips together. Disgusting. You're disgusting. She thought to herself. Rowena felt like crying. She wanted to cry. But the tears didn't come. A part of her thought she had no right to cry. There was only an insurmountable amount of self-loathing. Heat coursed through her face and body yet again. She turned off the faucet and moved towards the small shower area. Without undressing, she opened the shower head and stood underneath it. The cool water tapping against her body gave a sense of comfort. Not long after, her black shirt began to hug her body. The sensation wasn't strong enough. Rowena wrapped her weak arms around her torso. She wanted nothing to be embraced, to

He rakes his hand through his hair, cursing under his breath lightly. “You should take some rest. I have something to do” without waiting for my response, he turns around to leave but my words halt him. I am not that prideful, I love my husband and I am not afraid to show it. “I am sorry” the words come out of my mouth in a whisper, “I didn’t know you were hurt because of that. I thought you were only trying to be annoying and condescending. I have known Bastian almost all my life, I didn’t expect that something like this would happen but I have never loved him like I love you, Cahur. With you, I feel like my world is complete but a lot has changed since the past few days. It feels like we d

I was very curious to know what that was about. “I…will try my best,” she responded at last. “I am not as perfect as Luna Coraline or Rose, but I will try,” I frowned at her. What was that about? Does she think she wasn’t good enough? “First, no need to call them luna now that we are doing this, and second, nobody is perfect in this world, Ivyanka,” “They are,” she shrugged and lowered her gaze. “Perfection is just an illusion, an escape for those who are scared to accept who they are.” She blinked at me, looking surprised, and I nodded.

I was still in my tank top and pajamas. "Ian just dumped me, Will." I mumbled against the pillow. He was silent for a while. I turned my head and peeked at him to see him scrunching up his nose. "What's up with that guy?" I was too much for him. Too perfect. Mom always said how being perfect made others appreciate you. Nothing could go wrong if you were perfect. No flaws. No frowns. Yet I didn't even know how to have proper relationships. "He says I'm too perfect for him." I ignored his question and sat up. "Am I?"

It started with sincere love and kindness because doing such things costs you nothing. Thanks to Mr. Stephen, people like him made me a princess overnight. And those that had given up on love, destiny, family and hope... I've come to realize that nobody is left behind. No matter how perfect, or imperfect you think you are. I want you to know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…but merely to be LIVED. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, uncertainly, imperfectly, magically LIVED. Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same. There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman bei

Ronan says. “Fuck is definitely the word…” I say. “You’re so flawless,” he says. “Honestly, is there anything you’re not amazing at?” And that’s what does it. That word. Flawless. I take a slow breath and say, too flatly, “don’t call me that.” He blinks. “What?” “Flawless.” “Well, you just saved our lives. You are flawless.” “I’m not perfect!” I snap, louder than I meant to. My voice bounces off the walls, sharp and cracking. “I’m not fucking perfect, Ronan. I’ve spent my whole life trying to be. And it’s exhausting. It’s a lie.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” My voice wavered. “I’m sorry I haven’t always been someone you can rely on.” I tightened my hold. “I’m sorry if I failed you as your husband… wife.” The words felt heavier than anything I had ever said. “I am trying,” I continued. “I want to be better for you. I want to give you the life you deserve.” I closed my eyes. “But every time I try to be perfect… I end up making mistakes.” A bitter truth.

I remind him, letting out a pleased smile when that hits exactly like I intended to, "And I piss you off? Why? Because I hold all of you afloat?" "Because you never let us forget it," he spits out, "Because no one ever asked you to be the responsible one. I like Damon more because he's fucked up like me and he doesn't give a shit about it but you just HAVE to be perfect. And why? You don't have to, man, I never forced you to be this perfect robot you became. I wish you could let yourself be imperfect and fuck up for once, then we would be in the same boat."

I added, and he looked at me confused. “We see many people in our life who are perfect and imperfect as per our list, we have in our mind about perfections and imperfections. Just because one person is the perfect doesn’t mean that he is perfect as a partner to any person too. So Raj is the perfect guy I can ever know which you too accept, but he is not perfect for me.” I said explaining everything. He nodded after a few minutes and said, “You need not resign and my asking you to do that is my stupidity.”