I Am Perfectly Imperfect Romane & Geschichten

Ronan says. “Fuck is definitely the word…” I say. “You’re so flawless,” he says. “Honestly, is there anything you’re not amazing at?” And that’s what does it. That word. Flawless. I take a slow breath and say, too flatly, “don’t call me that.” He blinks. “What?” “Flawless.” “Well, you just saved our lives. You are flawless.” “I’m not perfect!” I snap, louder than I meant to. My voice bounces off the walls, sharp and cracking. “I’m not fucking perfect, Ronan. I’ve spent my whole life trying to be. And it’s exhausting. It’s a lie.”

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

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 pretended a yawn, and I made sure he heard it. “Mmm... there’s my sleepy kitten,” says Blake, and I can’t deny it was ear-pleasing, soul-stirring, and quirky endearment. “Mmm... Goodnight then,” I take my pillow and embrace it. “Sweet dreams!” “Mm-hmm...” I press the end button and say, ‘You are my sweet dreams, Blake,” I close my eyes. I can say now I am a certified insane person. I should write it on my workstation tomorrow. ‘Blake is a distraction.’

Cyrus stared at her in silence as she spoke further. “There is nothing wrong in being imperfect. Everyone lacks something it’s fine if you’re not perfect because this tells you that at the end of the day you’re also a human. A human who does mistakes. Being a human is being imperfect.” Cyrus blinked looking away from her as he licked his lips.

“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

I'll never love anyone apart from my EMILY. "You don't have to... I need to know if you're gullible or stupid?"I repeated those words so she could answer them properly. "I can't say... Because I think I'm perfect."She cooed. "Perfect without a flaw. I don't know about you..." She rolled out her eyes at me.

not the version I chose to be. “I don’t want perfect,” I said. The words came out stronger. I want real.” The space cracked. not fully. but enough. because that broke something. Something it couldn’t resolve. the perfect version of me paused. for the first time. because now it wasn’t complete. It wasn’t aligned. It wasn’t right. The white shifted. Violently. because now it was losing control. losing certainty. losing definition. “You choose instability,” it said. The voice sharper now. less certain.

The bloodlust vanished from the air like it never existed. “Well, at least I am perfect at being flawed…” Ezra sipped in the coffee, making loud slurping noises which was clearly annoying Raven even more. “I am flawlessly imperfect.” He continued in a dreamy tone, like he was reciting the hymn of the universe. “Imperfectum est perfectio. Perfectio est illusionis. Imperfection is perfection and perfection is illusion. So, you are an illusion, Raven.” He pointed his finger at Raven. Ouch. That must have hurt, and it clearly did. I gaped at Raven.

Then cracked a smile because Jared had obviously told him I was okay. “Tim, I’m fine. Really. I just have to get my pressures under control, which shouldn’t be too hard.” “You have to take it easy Becca. You aren’t superwoman, although we all know you try so hard.” I sighed. As much as I wanted to be strong and independent, everyone was on the same page… except me. Maybe I was overdoing it? I shut my eyes. Maybe a little more sleep would help level my pressure out. I’ll let the IV do it’s magic and I can at least go check on Sarah.