I'm Sorry I'm Not Perfect Novels & Stories

"I never claimed to be perfect. Never said I was pure. Never declared myself absolute good. Others may believe that. Others may worship that. Others may claim that. But I know the truth. I am flawed. I am imperfect. I am capable of harm. Even while trying to love. Even while trying to help. Even while trying to save. I can be both. Can be love that sometimes harms. Can be good that sometimes does wrong. Can be hope that sometimes violates. Because I am complex. Because I am real. Because I am a being who exists, who chooses, who acts. And actions have consequences. Choices have results. Existence includes mistakes. I am not perfect. I am simply trying. Trying to love. Trying to help. Trying

He pressed another kiss to my lips but I pulled away to answer his so not question. "I'm not perfect. I'm anything but perfect… or that's what I've been told." It was moments like these when I remembered how many people used to say that I'm not normal… or rather one person in particular used to tell me that but I couldn't remember who it was… it was just a voice roaming in my head from time to time.

Xander teased moving my head away from his torso. I blushed furiously, looking down I hid my red cheeks. How idiot Iris. You were not supposed to say that. "You don't need to know anything about me. Except..." He stopped looking into my eyes. "Except?" I urged frowning with confusion. "That you don't need to be perfect, as I love finding perfection in your imperfection. And more than that always remember angel, that, you are not born to be perfect, you are born to be you.

I ask. "Well, everyone loves me." "Well... How lucky!" I give her a smile. "It's not luck. I'm too good to be hated." "Some people can feel threatened but there is too much perfection." "Like you?" She raises her eyebrows at me. I shake my head at her naive thinking. "No Laura, but know that it's not possible for anybody to be perfect." "Well, this anybody isn't lucky then!" "I guess you can see it like that." I shrug.

(I’m sorry, I was wrong, I’m sorry, I was wrong, I’m sorry, I hurt your feelings, I’m sorry if I hurt you, please forgive me, forgive me, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, I’m sorry, I didn’t think about it, I’m very sorry, I didn’t think it would turn out this way, I’m very sorry, it’s my fault, I’m sorry, I was stupid, I’m sorry for being late, I’m sorry for my tone, I’m sorry for everything I did, I’m sorry I’m late, I’m sorry if I disappointed you, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you, I’m sorry I was rude, I’m sorry for everything I did, I’m sorry if I raised my voice, I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, I’m sorry I disappointed you, I’m sorry, it wasn’t

“I have emotions. I make mistakes. I feel too much and understand too little. I’m not like you—these mighty beings carved from perfection and absolutes. You were made to be faultless. But I was made to be redeemed.” My fingers dug into the earth, gripping the mud like it could anchor me to something—anything. “I just wanted to save the people I love. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I bit down on my lip until I tasted copper. “I’m sorry I lost my temper. I’m sorry I wasn’t composed. But how could I be? You’ve already taken so much from me.” My hand slid to my stomach before I could stop it, trembling as I pressed it over the place where life once thrived.

“I don’t know. It’s just been… a long week.” He waited. He always did. That patience made everything harder, somehow. I wanted him to sweep me up, kiss me stupid, distract me from myself. But he just stood there, letting me fill the silence. “I feel like I’m always trying to be perfect,” I blurted, the words tumbling out before I could call them back. “With school, with my parents, with you. If I slip up—if I let everyone see I’m not as together as I pretend to be—it’ll all fall apart.”

"Btu you should focus to finis-" "Dad, in my entire life.. everyone calls me perfect. I have no flaw, I'm smart, I'm a fast learner and the list goes on.. but I felt bored. Everything went so smooth and in this chapter of my life.. I felt.. my downfall. I felt and realized that I'm not perfect just like everyone else.. I felt happy because there will be someone who can love me for me and fix that imperfectness that I have.. She gave me a really colorful life with her clumsiness and just.. her.. I'm sorry for not being the perfect son, dad. I'm a human too.. I won't function well when you know the person that gave you a big impact.. in danger because of me." "Well.. I'm sorry because I never

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” My voice wavered. “I’m sorry I haven’t always been someone you can rely on.” I tightened my hold. “I’m sorry if I failed you as your husband… wife.” The words felt heavier than anything I had ever said. “I am trying,” I continued. “I want to be better for you. I want to give you the life you deserve.” I closed my eyes. “But every time I try to be perfect… I end up making mistakes.” A bitter truth.

"Jasmine, I'll be straight with you. I miss you, I miss us. I miss what we had when we were in college. I know I hurt you-- I hurt you badly-- and I'm still paying for that today, because everyday, when we're not together, is a day wasted on this earth. I'm not asking you to just come right out and forgive me and take me back into your life, though I wish you would, I just want you to know that I'm sorry for everything I did wrong to you. "You're a very beautiful and amazing woman. You turned out to be exactly what I thought you'd be. I've never stopped loving you. I know you may find it hard to believe that, but my love for you will never die. I was really foolish to have left your side as