I Am Perfectly Imperfect Romane & Geschichten

I added, and he looked at me confused. “We see many people in our life who are perfect and imperfect as per our list, we have in our mind about perfections and imperfections. Just because one person is the perfect doesn’t mean that he is perfect as a partner to any person too. So Raj is the perfect guy I can ever know which you too accept, but he is not perfect for me.” I said explaining everything. He nodded after a few minutes and said, “You need not resign and my asking you to do that is my stupidity.”

Do I lack something? “No baby, you’re perfect the way you are. You’re perfect. You’re perfect and you don’t need to change anything about you.” I heard the person say and looked up to see who it was. The person who couldn’t see how imperfect I am. Who couldn’t see how torn I am. I had to be broken somewhere and that’s why I can’t hold a relationship.

What am I doing in my life? "I appreciate your compliment Mr. And Mrs. Grande but I am not a perfect person. No one is," I replied in my most respectful tone. I don't want to sound rude either way. But if the arrival of my words for them is rude, then that'd be fine for me. Besides, I can stand by my words. No one is living perfectly in this world. Everyone has its flaws, gaps, mistakes, failures and terrible sides. What made it perfect is the person who appreciated and accepted the person's imperfections. That would be pointed as imperfectly perfect.

'If anyone can hear me... please... help me... I beg you... If you can... if there's one person who can hear my voice... please get me out of this place' "I live like a puppet. I did just what my parents told me. I did my very best to do as what they said. I gave my all just to be called as a perfect daughter. A perfect... perfect girl... that is suited for this perfect family. A perfect child for my perfect parents. A perfect daughter for my perfect mom and perfect dad... and this perfect world... everything must be perfect!"

"That's the best line I've ever heard, Dave." "Is that all? I haven't heard your answer." He threw back what she had given him. And Anna laughed, realizing it was for her earlier demands. Same sentence. "Then okay. I may not be perfect. But if you're willing to accept my imperfections, then I'll be fine. And so am I. I will try to accept your flaws." "You know I'm perfect." It was meant to be a joke. Luckily, she caught it that way. "Then I will accept all your perfection." She ended with a giggle at the thought of that felt funny. Perfection in imperfection or perfection is imperfection?

I practiced a smile—one that didn’t show teeth, one that wouldn’t wrinkle my eyes, one Giulia couldn’t call desperate. There. Perfect. I walked to the window and pushed the curtains aside. The gardens were quiet, trimmed and beautiful under the moonlight. They looked peaceful. I wasn’t. I placed my palm against the cold glass and whispered, barely loud enough for myself to hear: “If I am perfect enough… maybe they’ll love me.” But even as I said it, a tiny part of me knew the truth. They never would. Still… I would try. **** ****

I hated nothing more than those words. "But it's true!" She shakes her hand away from mine. "I'm not going to lie about it and pretend I'm all perfect. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you. It's me, not you," "No," "Don't sell me that bull crap. I don't buy it," I look at her. "Perfect? Perfect Kelly? Do you know what perfect is? Do you know how it looks like because it sure does not look like this. You look into my eyes, you're apart of my life and you call it perfect? How can it be so perfect if I'm unhappy,"

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.”

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶G̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶y̶o̶n̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ I need to be alone Please don't look for me It's better I̶'̶m̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ this way I'm so sorry — Rowena Things needed to be kept brief. There was no time to say anything else. She had to get out before the others woke up. Or else she would never get to walk away. It was now or never.

Yes! That's how the world rolls,you can't have everything because this world is fair on that field, its trying to offer everyone a chance and that chance comes and goes, when it comes, make sure you do everything and everything to grab it because you own it and you gotta ride it!😏 Be OK with imperfection. No one is perfect — intellectually, we all know that, but emotionally we seem to feel bad when we don’t reach perfection,sweetheart...You aren’t perfect and you never will be.