Cause Im Not Perfect Novels & Stories

She talked like she was battling with her conscience. I gently placed my hands on her chest making her look down. "I know deep down, your not the most perfect human being the school thinks you are because I've seen most or probably all of your bad sides but what makes you more imperfect is the fact that you have a heart. A heart that cares and loves even though your karma itself but it's that imperfection that makes me love you more and more. Being Anika is what makes me in love with you." I confessed as I withdrew my hand and she looked at me with a cheerful smile.

Daniel had to recover and no matter how long it takes he will recover and answer to what he did . The only reason I didn't gravitate towards him was because, he was too perfect I'm being too perfect can sometimes be a problem because you always have to work hard to keep up an act even though when things are falling apart you end up losing yourself and not knowing if you're coming or going.

I refuse to fall into that trap any longer. I've made the decision to start anew. I'm no longer interested in chasing a mirage of perfection or desperately trying to maintain an illusion. I want to embrace my imperfections, learn from my mistakes, and live authentically, even if it means exposing my vulnerabilities to the world. It's time to let go of the robotic life I once knew and step into the unknown, with all its uncertainties and possibilities.

I nodded at her. After some time, Hailey took me to a hidden bar. The way people greet her looks like she visits here a lot. We took a seat and ordered drinks for both of us. As soon as the orders were served, she chugged a lug and said, "Are you disappointed by what I am?" She let out a chuckle and said, "Yeah, I'm not the perfect girl like you think. I tried to be perfect because of my parents. But I'm not. Deep down, I'm just someone who thrives to be perfect even though I'm not."

They didn’t. “Good isn’t enough,” I muttered, tapping my pen against the desk. “It has to be perfect. If I slip up once, even slightly, they’ll rip me apart. They’re all waiting for me to fail.” She shut the folder with a sharp snap, making me jump. “Perfection is impossible. But this? This is close enough that your dad would’ve been proud.” The mention of Dad made my throat tighten. I looked away quickly, pretending to shuffle papers. “Don’t,” I whispered.

Because, he was the one who committed them, so who would know them better than himself? He sighed and asked her to continue reading. Next card read: You know, I thought I'm the best. That I'm unbeatable... Next card: That there's nothing I can't do. Next card: I've started to believe that I'm perfect. Next card: I thought I've mastered the art of perfection. Next card: But I only had an inflated sense of myself. Guess, I'm not that perfect. Next card: In fact, I'm one extremely flawed human being.

"…we will never be enough for them." Hank stopped walking and turned to face me. I mirrored his action, stopping as our eyes met. "I beg to differ," he said. "I am lacking; everyone lacks something. Life isn’t perfect. Humans strive for perfection—that’s what defines us. Life isn’t stagnant. It goes on, whether we want it to or not." "You said it yourself," I replied, my voice tight. "Everyone lacks something. Life isn’t perfect. So why bother asking yourself where you’re lacking?"

The sound of my cries echoes through the house and she holds me tighter, whispering sorry over and over again. I can never hate this woman. Despite the pain and distance between us, the love I have for her is unconditional. She could never be perfect, and neither could I, and that's fine because love doesn't require perfection. It thrives in the imperfect, messy moments of life. I realize that a little too late but better late than never. "I missed you too, Mom. I'm so sorry."

he says playfully, placing his forehead against my shoulder, and making me chuckle. "I'm sorry... Nate, I'm not perfect. There are many flaws to me. Flaws that you may not like. I'm sorry, but I just." I say as I pull away. "Maybe we just need to give it time. We'll just have to wait and see. Only time will tell if we are meant for each other." I say as I cup his face and place a small kiss on his lips.

his last statement made me chulked a bit. I mean, everybody knows how imperfect I am. A woman who literally failed at everything. What is the point of lying just to make me believe he is on my side? “Okay, maybe not everyone is perfect” his voice collided with my thought. Like he could read my mind. “It's not like we have a perfect human anyway, but you are close to being one. You are a woman who does not easily break down. I admire that about you and please keep walking on their necks”