Romans & histoires Flawed Perfection

I started thinking of myself in the place of that girl and while comprehending his words there was only one person in my head and that was Aldrich! "We know that like everyone else the person whom we love is not perfect, he has his own flaws yet we are ready to accept him the way he is. We don't want him to change because if your love is true then you see the inner beauty, the soul of that person which weighs more than his flaws. That person becomes perfect in your eyes and you start to mold yourself according to him" He smiled and along with him, I smiled too. Yes, Aldrich has many flaws but for me, he is just perfect. I do not want him to change even a bit. I like him the way he stays arou

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

"That is decay. It's stagnation. It's a pattern eating itself alive because it's too afraid to grow. True strength isn't in being perfect and static. It's in being resilient. In being able to bend without breaking. In learning from the crack and becoming more beautiful because of it." He looked at the cube, his gaze unwavering. "Your first flaw isn't your end. It's your beginning." The cube went utterly dark. For a terrifying moment, Sela thought they had broken it. That the paradox had been too great, and it had simply shut down.

Then we would think, “Do I deserve to find and to have perfection?” When I found a flaw in him, I finally understood about ‘the beautifully imperfect’. He wasn’t perfect, but because of it, he was more beautiful in my eyes. I felt like I could be with him because of the flaw. If he were perfect, he wouldn’t need me or anyone else beside him. I might be biased. It was possible it was because I truly liked him. When thinking about it, I wondered if he had similar thoughts about me. I meant, at first, I might look perfect in his eyes, but slowly, he would find imperfection and flaws within me.

"I never claimed to be perfect. Never said I was pure. Never declared myself absolute good. Others may believe that. Others may worship that. Others may claim that. But I know the truth. I am flawed. I am imperfect. I am capable of harm. Even while trying to love. Even while trying to help. Even while trying to save. I can be both. Can be love that sometimes harms. Can be good that sometimes does wrong. Can be hope that sometimes violates. Because I am complex. Because I am real. Because I am a being who exists, who chooses, who acts. And actions have consequences. Choices have results. Existence includes mistakes. I am not perfect. I am simply trying. Trying to love. Trying to help. Trying

"Hunter.” "Ssshhh, princess. Before I go, I want to say something. You have bewitched me from the very moment that I laid my eyes on you. I am not going to lie when I say this, but you are mine. You are the only one that could reach inside this beast." I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Raven, there is no perfect person; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still accepting them with all your heart creates perfection."

"Can you just drop this whole attitude thing? We were both wrong so stop acting as if it was all my fault!" "Okay." She took a sip from her mug and almost spat it, cold coffee was horrible. "I'm sorry about last night and I shouldn't have..." Cold coffee tasted like cow dung water, cow dung soaked in water, not that she knew how cow dung tasted, hell no! "... I'm not perfect Amirah and there's the tendency for making mistakes on my part and I apologise if I'm not everything you want or..." But just because cow dung smelt bad doesn't mean it tasted bad, she should google it later. She was sure some idiot must have tasted it.

"I told you I wasn't the perfect guy for you and that we couldn't have the type of relationship our parents wanted well...I...uhm...wanted to shed more light on that matter." Najmah swallowed a lump in her throat as she assessed the words he was saying. Was he going to divorce her then? Was he tired of her already? Was he going to give her the freedom she so desperately wanted a few months ago? Was he... "I did some really terrible stuff I wasn't proud of when I was young. My father was...he wasn't exactly a role model. I had a lot of challenges while growing up, and I fell in with the wrong crowd. You see Najmah," he chuckled without mirth.

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.

Lillian's POV I am the perfect child. The perfect daughter. The one who never makes mistakes. I am like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly because I always trim away parts of myself that they consider flaws. I follow orders without questioning, for in the Hawthorne household, I am the epitome of perfection. But behind that flawless facade, a dirty secret lies. ***