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

(eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.” Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of My Perfect Mess. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* He has done it again. As if the first two times were not enough, I am once again shattered. Why do I believe him every time? Why do I believe him when he says he won't do it again! “Becca, please wait. It's not what you think. Let me explain.” “What is there to explain, Matt.”

he corrected. “Fine,” I said. “Then I choose you. Again. Knowing how grumpy you are without tea. Knowing how you still flinch when someone drops a tray. Knowing how you’d throw yourself in front of a blade for anyone in this pack and pretend you’re fine afterward.” He swallowed. His hands trembled, the slightest bit. “We are not perfect,” I said. “We are not fixed. We probably never will be. But I still choose you. Every stupid, painful, ordinary day.”

“You can’t un-do what you said any more than you can un-do sleeping with half the squad.” Well that fucking stings. Where is this even coming from? I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “Because you’re perfect, right? You never say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing.” The words taste bitter as they leave my mouth. “Well guess what? I’m not perfect. Never have been, never claimed to be. Do you know how hard it is to try to be the guy you deserve when you’re so fucking perfect? How the fuck am I ever supposed to measure up?”

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

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.”

“I just want to be appreciated a little.” I didn’t look at anyone. My gaze stayed on the blanket, as if it was the only place I could hide. “I’m tired of always being seen as wrong,” I continued quietly. “No matter what I do it’s always wrong.” I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry, like every word had to be forced out. “I know I’m not perfect. I know I make a lot of mistakes,” I said. “But I’m trying.” That word came out heavy. Trying.

his last statement made me chulked a bit. I mean, everybody knows how imperfect I am. A woman who literally failed at everything. What is the point of lying just to make me believe he is on my side? “Okay, maybe not everyone is perfect” his voice collided with my thought. Like he could read my mind. “It's not like we have a perfect human anyway, but you are close to being one. You are a woman who does not easily break down. I admire that about you and please keep walking on their necks”

I sat down and thought of the first thing that came to my mind which was how I felt about myself right now. " I 've got lots of flaws I'm not perfect, I'm so imperect I make so many mistakes 'cause I'ma different human. I'm jealous I'm emotional I break rules I'm human after all I always feel I'm not living right I'm very conscious At every level of my life I've got a devil I've learnt not to trust no one Many timesI just want to shout it out loud to the world how it hurts to be human I've made stupid decisions, heart aching mistake and have irreversable regrets

He asked me. "I guess it's obvious then.” "Yes, it is, tell me, did I do something wrong? I want to know.” He pleaded. "No baby, you didn't do anything wrong, okay, I just missed my family that's all, seeing my mother not getting better, it's heartbreaking, I miss so many things.” I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. "I am sorry I can't fix that but one thing is for sure, I will try my best to make you happy always, I will keep trying so bear with me because I know I am not perfect.”

"We missed you." "We really did, Rowena," Jason spoke up. They weren't the closest of friends, but he meant it. And it seemed Rowena could tell. She finally looked up. She glanced at each one of them, eyes falling on Gary last but the briefest. "Okay," she took a deep breath. "First and foremost, I'm sorry." No one replied and waited for her to go on. "I know it was uncalled for. I know it's hard for you guys to forgive me. Trust me, I haven't forgiven myself either. It wasn't because of... anyone. It really was just me. It was all of me. I was just really unhappy about myself."