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

"I am always here for you….you can talk to me." Shame flooded my cheeks. Nico was a name whispered with admiration and envy. To confess my feelings, my impossible, one-sided love, seemed utterly foolish. "He's everything I am not," I said, my voice barely a croak. "He's perfect, and I..." "Are perfect in your way," Ariana interrupted, her eyes blazing with an unwavering conviction. I shook my head, disapproving of the perfection that Ariana somehow saw in me. "I am not that perfect Ariana…I am the worst."

#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

I'm saying sorry for being blinded, blinded by the perfect thought of you and me, when really we don't have a chance. I'm the stupid one. I let you down, and I feel it deep within me. We both made some errors and said something wrong, but that's how life is. Nobody's perfect, not even me and you, so I'm sorry for that took and I'm sorry for everything but ... Please forgive me. We can change things back to normal. I'm sorry if this is not what you want, But it's the only thing I can think of..." He was about to hit send when his proud ass sent in.

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.”

Still I didn't ran away , my pace wasn't hurried , I wished my mother would rush behind me . She didn't. She never does . After all it was her absolute humiliation and embrassment that she created some one so ugly and imperfect like me . I was nothing just an imperfect imitation and Once upon a pageant queen of every pageant of my mother wanted nothing more than to wipe this imperfection off her perfect family . Only she couldn't And neither could I.

She nodded "I know I'm the most horrible person in this world, but I'm so sorry I was not able to recognise you when I saw you. I should have apologize for everything I did. From our prom night to our marriage, for judging you for your imperfections when mine was piled up like a mountain. I love you Pearl, I can't live without you. I don't know how I survived those days without you. But at this point, just do whatever you want to. You're free to divorce me. I deserve it, I deserve everything you want to do. Just please, find a place in your heart to forgive me" ////////////////////////////////// Fly! not because you want to, but because you have to.—Penangel.

Always watching, never getting to be a part of their sorrows or their joy. I look back toward him as he processes everything I told him about how I spent my years away. “I’m so sorry how badly I failed. If I had been better, you wouldn’t have waited so long.” I rolled toward him and gripped his face in my hands and forced him to look at me. “No one is perfect.”

“I’m sorry. I hate not being prepared. I guess I just get a little crazy sometimes.” Sometimes doesn’t even begin to cover it.

He tightened his grip on the duffel bag. I took a step closer, not too close to push him, but close enough he could feel the sincerity vibrating off me. “I'm not perfect,” I whispered. “God, I am so far from perfect. And I know you're tired of hearing apologies that don't fix anything. I'm tired too. I've done things I'm not proud of—things that twisted me into this version of myself I barely recognize.” His throat bobbed, but he stayed silent. "I've tried to grow, I have. But every time I take one step forward, something pulls me back ten steps and it feels like there's no way out of the mess I made." My voice cracked. "No clean ending. No redemption."

I'm someone else from another world. It's dark here. Lonely. I don't want a life where I have to drag myself to get up and put on a smile for the world to see. I don't want to fake it until I make it. I want to be free. I want to feel that feeling of being free. To let go. It's not a goodbye note. It's simply me saying I'm sorry. For not being able to be good enough for you. I'm sorry, Kai. I hope one day you will forgive me.