Little Imperfections Novels & Stories

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.”

She was my soul mate. “I am losing myself, love. I am slowly losing it, seeing your look-alike every day. Every day, she tries so hard to be good to me. She takes care of our son and cooks for me, but I never eat them, but she doesn't give up. She is too perfect for me, too perfect that she is changing everything around me. I miss your imperfections and flaws, I miss being imperfect with you. I miss it when we don't know how to take care of Ryan, and we panic.” I laughed softly, slowly tracing her face with my fingertips.

I chuckled nervously. He smiled subtly and looked into my eyes, “there’s something wrong with everyone in this world, princess, but that doesn’t make them any less of a person. Having flaws is better than being fake. No one is perfect and they don’t have to be perfect. I find the imperfections about a person more attractive than their whitewashed version of themselves.” “Really?” “Yeah, you see. We say we need to find a mate or a soulmate to complete us. Why do you think fantasies like this exist? Why do you think we feel incomplete in the first place?”

he said before following me out into the hall. As we walked to the house, I stared down at my feet and realized they were right, I did have a limp. My foot touched the ground at an angle and wouldn't stay straight no matter how hard I tried. I growled in frustration and plopped my crippled ass onto the couch. "You okay?" "I hate this, I finally manage to get away from all the pain but then the scars follow me and continue to make my life fucking miserable," I growled.

The best she could hope for now was a civil relationship with her daughter until this Christmas tree fiasco she'd created was over and done with. Laura could see her reflection in the mirror across the room. She looked haggard, and she looked every one of her sixty-four years. She was old, and she had no purpose in life except to do what she called good deeds. If the truth were known, she didn't really do good deeds. She had ideas for good deeds that other people carried out with a lot of hard work, then she got the credit for those deeds. She heard her name on the local radio and TV news, and it was always her picture in the paper, never the drones who brought her ideas into fruition. In a

Just like life had been unfair to many people, would she say she was unfortunate to be among those people life was unfair to? But life didn't end. She had been told many times she was going to be fine. She had Nate. Who would turn the world around for her as long as she remained the perfect girlfriend. Many had none, but she had someone who loved her to the moon and back. And why is that? Because she was perfect. But was she really perfect? Would he stop loving her once he found out about her imperfections? Would she be as lonely as everyone else life had been unfair to… if he left her?

One moment of love at a time. Until it became this. This beautiful, chaotic, imperfect life. Theirs. Completely, utterly theirs. And neither of them would change a single thing. Not the struggles. Not the pain. Not the fear. Because all of it had led here. To this moment. This peace. This love. Perfect in all its imperfect glory. Exactly as it was meant to be. Forever. Their forever. Always.

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

Even my parents have learned to leave and take Maggie with them. That just goes to show that they are wild beasts that do not deserve to live in a functioning society. But they are here and everyone just has to deal with them. But me, being the scared loser that I am, just lock myself in my room away from them. And hey, it's worked so far. "Miss Miracle," Mr. Asshole's voice breaks through my train of thought. "Since you were so obviously paying attention, please read me what is written on this board."

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f