Novel & Cerita Love For Imperfect Things

He lift my hand and he bowed to kiss it. I got teary because of what he said. He really loves me and imagining how I hurt him and did not trust him made me regret life more than I ever did. "Baby...I am not perfect, but I will the perfectly imperfect for you. I loved you yesterday, love you still, always have and always will. I need you like a heart needs a beat, like the earth needs it's axis to revolve. When I say I love you more, I don't mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us, I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us, I love you more than any obstacle that could try and come between

Karamihan sa kanila, isang beses niyang nilabasan, at iyon lang. At malayo ako sa perpekto. Lumilitaw ako sa replicate at nakikita ko ang napakaraming imperfections. Kung kahit na ang perpekto ay hindi sapat para hawakan siya ng mahabang panahon, kung gaano ako kapuspos sa aking sarili na isipin na ako ang babaeng magbabago sa kanya. Ngayon na ang aking nakakalason na katangian!

Tumutulo na naman ang aking mga luha. I didn’t see this pain coming. I was blind by his embrace. I was blind to the point that I forgot the fact that everything was wrong. It was too late when I realized it. Simoun Alexander Hord, you are my most terrible mistake.

Kundi puno ng pagpili. “Ano’ng iniisip mo?” tanong niya. “Na ang pinakamagandang love story ay ‘yung hindi perpekto.” “Hmm.” “‘Yung maraming humarang. Maraming nagsabing hindi pwede.” “Pero pinaglaban pa rin.” “Oo.” Hinila niya ako palapit at niyakap. “Ego Semper Amabo Te,” mahina kong sabi.

Because we are imperfect. And so it doesn’t matter to me if I have the ‘best,’ the ‘spotless,’ the ‘ideal.’ I don’t want a person who is cookie-cutter, always doing the right thing, never challenging me, never growing with me, never bending or compromising or making mistakes. I don’t want to fall in love with someone who’s static, who completes me in ways that look nice, but don’t feel genuine. I’ve had enough of temporary love, of placeholder love, of love that appears wonderful on the surface but lacks all the depth and mess of something real. I don’t care about having something that the world looks at and says, ‘That’s perfect.’ Perfect is overrated. I want real.

I remembered, he told me before that he couldn't tell it because he's scared my love for him will change. But then again, I was the kind of person who love with her all— no buts and no inhibitions. I tend to love a person over his imperfections or dark past. Kasi ako mismo, may pangit na nakaraan na pilit na itinatago. So, I don't demand perfection to be part of my life.

Umikot siya para humarap sa akin. Tiningnan niya ako na parang isang bagay na hindi niya kayang mawala. “Even if things get worse?” tanong niya. “Yes.” “Even if you hate my past?” “I don’t.” “Even if my world is dangerous?” I nodded. “I’ll stay.” Tumigil siya. Parang hindi siya huminga ng saglit. “Elijah,” bulong ko. “Love isn’t perfect. But that doesn’t mean you run.”

And you don't smile when you see him, you open your mouth in awe, you question your own eyes, is he human? To me, a man like him is only made for a perfect woman, making them a pair that people will look up to. In my point of view, that is how life is, an almost perfect man deserves an almost perfect woman. There's no place for people with a lot of imperfections like me.

Ang kahihiyan. Ang pagsisisi. At ang paulit-ulit na paghusga ng mga tao. Tahimik siyang nakinig hanggang matapos ako. Walang panghuhusga. Walang paninisi. Walang sermon. Nang matapos ako ay marahan niyang hinawakan ang kamay ko. “Shane.” Tumingin ako sa kanya. “We are all imperfect.” Nangilid ang luha ko. “Kahit gaano pa kalala ang pagkakamali mo, hindi iyon sapat na dahilan para apihin ka ng ibang tao.”

Bago ako umuwi na ng bahay, kailangan ko silang maka usap. - I hate perfection. To be perfect is to be unable to improve any further..