Novel & Cerita I'm Sorry I'm Not Perfect

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.

I swallowed hard. I'm not, I'm not better than that. I'm a terrible person, I deserve it all.

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,"

This is not funny I swear. I slowly squatted down and picked up the paper which is tainted by some red thick liquid. ~ Don’t be confused. It’s me. It’s all my fault. I just want the best, but always ended up failing. I’m not a good person to begin with. I’m not a good mother. And I will never be. Please curse me out for everything. Don’t forgive me. I don’t deserve any. ~

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

They hugged me tightly while also tearing up seeing me and hearing me like I’m saying my final word for them. “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry that I need to leave you both anytime soon. I’m sorry that I can’t take care of you in the future. I’m sorry that I may not be here to see you grow old having white hair but still beautiful and handsome,” I said while smiling but also crying.

no matter what! Nobody is perfect and that’s where I always lose myself whenever I try to give us a chance but this time, I will try harder.

The sound of my cries echoes through the house and she holds me tighter, whispering sorry over and over again. I can never hate this woman. Despite the pain and distance between us, the love I have for her is unconditional. She could never be perfect, and neither could I, and that's fine because love doesn't require perfection. It thrives in the imperfect, messy moments of life. I realize that a little too late but better late than never. "I missed you too, Mom. I'm so sorry."

I tried moving on without you. But you saw what came out of it, didn't you? I'm sorry for every tear that dropped. I'm sorry for the heartaches I have caused you. I'm sorry for not being there. I'm sorry for the lonely moments. I'm sorry for not reaching out. I'm sorry for the countless broken promises. I had promised to always be there for you, hadn't I? I'm sorry I wasn't able to fulfill that. I'm honestly sorry for the broken promises.

“I am sorry, I didn’t… “I already told you that we can’t be together, you don’t have to be that sad that I am pregnant. Everyone is a bit overwhelmed now and time away from ourselves will do us good. Without saying anything again, I turn around and walk away but somehow, Cahir’s words keep ringing in my head…who the hell can I believe now?