Novel & Cerita I'm Sorry I'm 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."

With us. "It's okay, you don't have to explain yourself, everyone makes mistakes sometimes, it's not as if I'm perfect either." My stupid mistake has led me to this present situation. "How can you not be perfect? I mean you look like you've got everything in your life in order." Lana says. My heart feels heavy, she trusts me so much, if she finds out about my side activities...

"I am saying this with absolute sincerity. No help from Ox, and no internet." He took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto mine. "I know I’m not an easy man to love. And I'm certainly not the kind of man you pictured yourself falling for. I know I'm not perfect... I can never be perfect because of how violently I think, or how ruthless I have to be. I don't care about being perfect for the world, but I want to be perfect for you. I'm going to try everything I can to give you that."

I quiver, “I'm sorry mom.” “Aurora-” I shake my head, “No, I'm sorry, I should have said this sooner but I never did. I'm sorry I didn't come back home when I should have. I'm sorry I've put you through so much, no one deserved that. I hurt dad, I hurt Layla, Liana, Bella, Katherine, Oli, Grace, and– I hurt everyone. I hurt you too, I know you felt like a terrible mom, but you never failed me, I'm a terrible person. I hurt everyone because of my insensitive temperament, I’m sorry I ruin everything.”

“I’m sorry.” . TBC

“I'm sorry. I'm just not myself these days.” “It's okay, I understand.”

It left hollows. “Did you ever… did you ever have to be perfect, Igor?” I asked, my voice barely a thread. “Not just excellent, but perfect? Because if you weren’t perfect, the disappointment was worse than any yell.” He didn't move. He simply waited. I took a deep, shaky breath, letting the shame and the cold memory surface.

I can't do. "I can't think of any." I said after thinking hard about it. I just couldn't find something, but I knew I wasn't good at everything. "See. You are perfect." Wrong. I wasn't perfect. I am full of flaws and mistakes. I am full of anger and what not, but I try to be perfect and with you by my side, I know I can do all things. "You bring out the best in me. Thank you." "You're welcome. Now, teach me how to dance."

I swore I would, but didn't! I saw how tired you were. How you bent yourself for people who never deserve it. How you swallowed things you should’ve screamed. I saw it all but did nothing. I know this apology won’t fix anything. I know saying “I’m sorry” won’t undo the years I made you feel small, or lonely, or invisible. But I need you to hear it. I’m sorry. I'm completely and utterly sorry for everything that I was, and everything I failed to be.

God…what the hell is wrong with me? “I’m sorry.”I let out,remorsefully. “I don’t like the way you behave sometimes.”She murmured. “What way?Tell me…I’ll change.” “This…you keep talking about change and being perfect…it’s tiring to listen to sometimes.” I blinked.”I’m just trying to be exactly what you want.”