Cause Im Not Perfect Novels & Stories

she shot back with an eye roll. Her words had taken me by surprise; I had never tried to paint myself as perfect. I do the best I can with what I have. I worked hard to have the talents and abilities that I have. I’m good at what I do, and I care for those around me, but I’m also flawed like everyone else. I’m far from perfect and I’ve accepted that. My mother had taught me at a young age that Volanas won’t always be accepted. But those were only words until now.

“Whatever it is, he or she will be extraordinary because you are perfect." “I'm not perfect and you know it, I've been corrupted and thrown into the dirt, yet I know he or she will be perfect because you're good and you're kind and you found me in a situation where you didn't need to come out, but you're here with me." "Where would I be, Elizabeth?" I feel like I said something wrong when he walks away and sits on the bed "Where the hell would I be? I was looking for you for a long time and I just couldn't abandon you when you finally appeared in front of me, it was shit what happened, but that doesn't make you imperfect, in my eyes you became a strong person and that every day blooms more a

His face lit up too, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter at his pout. "Now that right there, that's my girl." He nodded, and I felt so much more like myself. Although nothing was perfect, things were unquestionably improving. You know nothing is perfect, the world is itself full of flaws but we just need to work on us, and make ourself better person.

I chuckled nervously. He smiled subtly and looked into my eyes, “there’s something wrong with everyone in this world, princess, but that doesn’t make them any less of a person. Having flaws is better than being fake. No one is perfect and they don’t have to be perfect. I find the imperfections about a person more attractive than their whitewashed version of themselves.” “Really?” “Yeah, you see. We say we need to find a mate or a soulmate to complete us. Why do you think fantasies like this exist? Why do you think we feel incomplete in the first place?”

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

“I know and hey guess what Angel said to me?” “What did she say?” “She said not everyone can be perfect like you and I.” “Who is perfect ? Belle and Camilla? since when.” I ask laughing “Exactly.” “That girl has a lot to learn about life. We look like we have it together but man we make mistakes too. We fall, we cry, we rise and shine brighter than the last time because life goes on and there is absolutely nothing we can do or fix by dwelling so we just let things be.” “Yes but she still thought about it. I couldn't help but laugh because I am far from perfect. The only thing perfect about me is my wardrobe. Wait, no it's not even perfect, I have some terrible clothing.” Mia echoes laughter

It left hollows. “Did you ever… did you ever have to be perfect, Igor?” I asked, my voice barely a thread. “Not just excellent, but perfect? Because if you weren’t perfect, the disappointment was worse than any yell.” He didn't move. He simply waited. I took a deep, shaky breath, letting the shame and the cold memory surface.

“I just wanted to tell you that I don’t wish harm on anyone, especially not you, Sarah. I want us to be able to get along.” She scoffed loudly at my words. “You aren’t as perfect as you think you are,” she shot back with an eye roll. Her words had taken me by surprise; I had never tried to paint myself as perfect. I do the best I can with what I have. I worked hard to have the talents and abilities that I have. I’m good at what I do, and I care for those around me, but I’m also flawed like everyone else.

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

I said, my voice shaking with anger. Feeling overwhelmed, I started walking toward the door, desperate to get away. But then a thought hit me. “You say you want a perfect life with someone else? After treating me like this, do you really think I’ll ever trust another guy? Let me remind you—perfection doesn’t exist. Everyone has flaws. Imperfections are what make us human. You’re chasing something you’ll never have, Marco. You’re not perfect, and you never will be. No one is. Think about that.”