Imperfect Love Novels & Stories

She couldn't bring herself to love someone or care for someone apart from family again. "Eww, Chisom shouted disgusted, These jolts Chimamanda from her thoughts. "Here we go, they are making out again" Chidinma said grinning wildly that if care Were not taken, her lips would have gotten to her eyes. "Dad, Mum; go get a room". Chimamanda screech. They are always fond of becoming all loved up like they should take another honey moon. "Okay, fine, we are going to our room" their Dad replied. He took his wife's hand and left for their room upstairs.

"But he was your crush...you were in love with him." "I guess it's just infatuation..you know he was there for me like that perfect angel and I..I.. anyways I don't think I love him...and I couldn't tell him that." "So you like Charles?" "I don't know?" "Hmm, really.? You're confused now." "Maybe...you know it's strange but I miss him.. am missing Charles and ,"I paused and licked my lips. "Well you're just confused now...just think about it. For me Davis is the great guy for you.."

Sure, he was little when his parents died, but shouldn't he recall at least one memory of their fights if they were so common? "Love isn't perfection," Fabio said. "It's about loving even the imperfections." "But at what point do you decide there are too many imperfections?" Massimo asked. "At what point do you decide arguing is just making the both of you miserable? When should two people break up instead of trying to make something broken work?" Fabio closed his eyes and thought about Massimo's questions. Of course the boy had turned his words back at him. Fabio had trained the young man to be logical to a fault.

It was night. Evanna trudged through the rain, her suitcase trailing behind her, heart heavy with sorrow. Her tears had long been overshadowed by the rain; she seemed to hear silent whispers mocking her failed marriage. Every eye she saw became a judging eye as if they were silently telling her it was her fault. But it wasn’t her fault, but her husband’s. He was the one who lacked patience. He was the unfaithful and despicable one. He was the one to be blamed, not her!

I then turned to my mother. “Do you know how stupid it was? Once bitten, twice shy. Yet, I still fell in love with the same person who came inside.” “But that is not love,” my mother said, crossing over the room to get to me. “That is just you wanting somebody, and that’s okay. It’s not bad. We’re all humans. We’re imperfect. You want someone to be beside you, and you had Carlos. But he’s the wrong person for you. I just wish you’d understand this.”

Darren’s POV I couldn’t sleep. I’d stared at the ceiling for hours, watching the shadows shift across it like ghosts from a past I’d tried to bury. No matter how tightly I shut my eyes, her voice kept drifting back. Love isn’t about perfection. It’s about who shows up when it matters. She didn’t say it to flatter me. Isadora wasn’t the type to toss compliments like confetti. She meant it. That was the problem. Because I was starting to believe it too.

Where or from whom did she get this brazen attitude? It is an understatement when I say that I truly felt accomplished in life. Even though the path to my destination wasn't quite pleasant, I'd choose it again if it would lead to the life I'm living now. True love is not about perfection but perseverance through imperfection. After all, they say love is not something you find. Love is something that finds you, just as Adriano's love found me. A love that is forgiving, a love that perseveres through storms, and most importantly, a love that feels like home.

Lorenzo may have everything in his hands like wealth, power, and all the good and bad traits a man can have, but not me, contrary to their beliefs. I sipped again on my champagne while our eyes met. Amusement was evident on his face as he watched me watching him, discreetly licking the ‘unknown’ woman's earlobe. I rolled my eyes. It's too gross, seriously. He could've done better than that. I don't want to look damsel in distress if ever he decided to make a sandal out of himself. If it turns out that the ‘perfect guy’ was cheating on me, people will pity me and I will certainly hate it.

For a person, mental pain is worse than physical pain, which he used to struggle with every night. It is very painful to have a person who hates you and to keep on living with his hatred. More painful than letting the person go. And my father also thought better to bear her hatred than to leave her. If he had left her, then perhaps he would have thought of being happy with someone else, but he invited his own ruin by keeping my mother and letting her hate grow. Can you be happy without taking anything by giving unconditional love to someone who doesn’t love you? Never, because the human heart is greedy. So hungry for love that it does not hold back from shedding blood to get love.