Cause Im Not Perfect Novels & Stories

I felt better every time after talking to her. "Apart from the issue with Hank, I'm fine and happy. Even my health has improved over the past couple of weeks. What about you, my love? Any thoughts this week or any problems?" "Well, I'm doing good. I just have some problems with people who expect me to be perfect." "No one's perfect. We all have flaws." "I wish they understood that. I've had many problems and horrible experiences that took me a long time to get over. I'm still working on some, but no one notices those efforts."

"You want me to have my life together. To stop making mistakes. To be someone worthy of your feelings." "Derek, that is not—" "But I am not any of those things," I interrupted, my voice breaking completely. "I am just a kid who misses his mom. Who does not know how to handle pressure. Who makes stupid decisions when he is scared or angry or hurt." The words hung in the air between us. "I am trying," I said, quieter now. "I am trying so hard to be what everyone wants. But I do not know how. I do not know how to be perfect. I do not know how to never make mistakes. I do not know how to be enough for everyone."

Never hesitated. At first, my roommates only whispered behind my back. Then one day, I accidentally walked in on them talking trash about me in the dorm. I just told them straight up: if they had something to say, they could say it to my face. "So you know you're a love-crazed fool?" Sophie, who wasn't that close to me back then, had the guts to ask. I nodded. "But why?" she pressed. "You're pretty. You seem like you come from a decent family. Why waste yourself on some player who doesn't even like you back?"

"Btu you should focus to finis-" "Dad, in my entire life.. everyone calls me perfect. I have no flaw, I'm smart, I'm a fast learner and the list goes on.. but I felt bored. Everything went so smooth and in this chapter of my life.. I felt.. my downfall. I felt and realized that I'm not perfect just like everyone else.. I felt happy because there will be someone who can love me for me and fix that imperfectness that I have.. She gave me a really colorful life with her clumsiness and just.. her.. I'm sorry for not being the perfect son, dad. I'm a human too.. I won't function well when you know the person that gave you a big impact.. in danger because of me." "Well.. I'm sorry because I never

“Are you perfect?” “No.” “Then why should your future wife have all the pressure to be flawless? It’s okay to be annoyed at the person you love sometimes. It’s natural if something they do makes you sad, or if you do something that is less than optimal. We all make mistakes. If that’s why you’re still single—because you’re looking for Miss Perfect—you are going to be single for a very, very long time.” “I don’t think I’m expecting her to be perfect,” Parker said with a frown. “Just the relationship.”

Still I didn't ran away , my pace wasn't hurried , I wished my mother would rush behind me . She didn't. She never does . After all it was her absolute humiliation and embrassment that she created some one so ugly and imperfect like me . I was nothing just an imperfect imitation and Once upon a pageant queen of every pageant of my mother wanted nothing more than to wipe this imperfection off her perfect family . Only she couldn't And neither could I.

not the version I chose to be. “I don’t want perfect,” I said. The words came out stronger. I want real.” The space cracked. not fully. but enough. because that broke something. Something it couldn’t resolve. the perfect version of me paused. for the first time. because now it wasn’t complete. It wasn’t aligned. It wasn’t right. The white shifted. Violently. because now it was losing control. losing certainty. losing definition. “You choose instability,” it said. The voice sharper now. less certain.

"Is that a bad thing?" "Not necessarily. But it can be exhausting. For you and for everyone around you." She took a sip of her wine. "I used to be the same way. Then I realized that perfection is an illusion. The best you can do is show up and try your best. The rest is out of your control." "That's very philosophical." "I read it on a yoga mat."

"Why people think I'm made of metal? Metal melt too and I was melting. And the fire was people comment." She blinked sadly. "Because sometimes people think your life is too perfect." That's the problem. I wanted everything perfect, my clothes, life, boyfriend, my career but I was lacking behind at something. I wanted a perfect life and I was crawling to get it. But it wasn't going on perfect.

Miracles will do not happen often we need to capture them. "Oh come on! You're overreacting." he shook his head from left to right with a grin on his face. "Can I ask you something Amara!?" I just hummed while staring at the beautiful city. "Why are you trying to be perfect? For whom? Don't you think you're going to lose yourself while trying to be perfect for someone else?" My eyes flickered over to him at his words. And he continued with out taking his eyes off the city. "How can you expect someone else to respect you when you're the first one to look down on yourself? You're born to be real not perfect!"