I Am Perfectly Imperfect Novels & Stories

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

Regret: “I’m too old to get started. It’s too late.” Identity: “I’m just a lazy person.” Shame: “I shouldn’t be so lazy.” Do any of these voices sound familiar to you?", asked Aidah by winking. "No, l don't....l want to know what you mean by imperfections into perfect?", asked the Heaven of now with the same curiosity as before. "Stay patient dear...You have a lot of time in life to know about it... l am going...l want to loosen it", said Aidah and prepared to go.

Perhaps they hadn't even noticed I had left. I went back home. As I gazed at the cozy interior, I suddenly made up my mind. I wanted to clear all my belongings. Since no one seemed to care about me at all, I'd just discard everything about myself. After all, I didn't want my things to be a burden. I packed everything—including my clothes, daily necessities, my pictures, the gifts I'd bought for my family and Simon—and threw them in the trash outside. I was completely exhausted, and my breathing grew labored. The wolfsbane had taken hold of my body, and with every movement, a wave of excruciating pain shot through me.

And the reality, as bitter as coffee, seeped through, leaving a stain that no brush could ever cover. So here I am, staring at that ridiculous painting, wondering how I ever fell for such a perfect imperfection.

"You made it happen. Not me! Don't blame me because you failed to be a good fiance." "Emma what the hell do you want from me? I'm a human being. I'm a guy and we're not perfect." "Don't give me that sorry excuse of a 'guy' and the 'we're not perfect' crap. That's crap and you know it. Since when did I ask you to be perfect?" "Look, I'm trying here, but you're making this difficult for me." "And you're not making it difficult for me also? I'm the one carrying babies that you seem to not want anymore." I began to cry. This asshole just messed up my entire morning.

"Just find somewhere nice for us to sit and I'll go get the coffee" I found a seat for us that's pretty close to the window and sat down rubbing my forehead while checking my phone. "Uhm excuse me ma'am but this seat is already taken". Someone said tapping me.I am feeling so grumpy and tired this morning and the last thing I want is for someone to irritate me. "Leave me alone and go sit elsewhere it's not like the cafe is filled up". I said not looking up from my phone. "What? Didn't you hear me I said...” Uggh voice is really giving me a migraine. Why wouldn't he just go.I turned around in my seat to face him, he's pretty good looking but my grumpy attitude wouldn't let me take note of that

"That our first born might not be perfect. I would never have done it Talon you should know me better than that. I just thought it was fair to give you the option." "Know a lot of so called perfect people that do some fucked up shit. When's the last time you seen a so called imperfect person on the news hacking up people across state lines for fun? I'm thinking this perfect shit has holes in it." I kissed her nose with all the guck she had on it. "Only you would think like that."

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.

“Do you know what it feels like to be a black duck from a long line of golden gooses? What it feels like to be sidelined because you're never enough? When the one you love so dearly doesn't even regard you? Do you know what it means to have insults from family members? Morning, day, and night. Either directly or indirectly because you're not as good as they expect? Do you know what it feels like to stare at the mirror in pain because you're tired of seeing the same damn person every time? An imperfect person who has refused to improve, and is the cause of all your issues! Do you know what it feels like to want to be perfect, but yet you keep messing up? “I question the old man, and he studie