Love Your Imperfections Mga Nobela at Kwento

Thought so too , so in this book titled I love you am gonna put down all of my experiences , and note its gonna be in a detailed version. Question to ask : why was I sad and depressed Answer : I was brutally raped at age ten by my one and only uncle ( Fred ) who happened to be my dad's younger brother , sad right? , but that's the truth really. But you know , am not sad anymore why because, the sad incident made me meet the love of my life " Steven Damien " he is not only a good husband but also an amazing and loving father to our kids " Daniel and Daniella " i must say , they are the best things that ever happened to me and am really proud of them.

"Hmm... To be honest, I don't think there's anything like a perfect boyfriend cause there's no perfect human being in the world but I'll be honest, I used to have my own definition of a perfect man and a few years ago, I thought I had finally found him but he turned out to be the worst kind of man out there and now I no longer believe in wanting a perfect man." "The only thing I need is someone who loves me for me and someone who's going to stay with me and not cheat on me with my best friend. I just think I deserve to be loved as well so I'm not asking for too much or am I?" I replied, trying to hide the sadness in my voice with a dry laugh. "Everyone deserves to be loved Tayo so it's defin

You were here, and that matters. I want you to know something… you deserve love. Not the kind that demands perfection or asks you to hide pieces of yourself. Not the kind that chooses convenience over you.. not the kind that demands your body but fears commitment . You deserve a love that sees every scar, every fear, every flaw, and still says, “I choose you. Always.”

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?”

"You enter my domain voluntarily. Why?" I steadied myself. "To teach you." "Teach me?" Something like curiosity rippled through the perfect geometry. "I am eternal ORDER. I know all things that can be known. What could chaos teach perfection?" "Love," I said simply. "I'm here to teach you what love means." Silence. Then The Unmaker moved closer. Its presence pressed against my consciousness. "Love is a flaw. An imperfection. A corruption of ordered existence. I will restore reality to perfect stasis. No more suffering. No more loss. Just eternal peace."

"And you are here, this is all that's needed. You here. I'll take care of you as long as I get to look into those eyes and hear this voice... as long as I get to sit at the corner of our bed and hold your hands like this. You're here.. You are what I want.. the rest will fall into place. You'll recover and then you'll be able to take care of us.. right now please let me..." She shook her head a bit, "how... how did I get so lucky... you put up with my bullshit.. take everything I throw at you and you still love me. I know I can be hardheaded, sometimes I just ask myself how you keep on loving me..." I smiled, "because regardless of everything else Vee, you have a loving heart. No one is perf

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

“You don’t seem like the perfect choice for Ava.” I turned to her, arching a brow. “And what does that mean?” She shrugged. “She’s… steady. She cares about things that aren’t measured in numbers or power. And you… well, you like control.” Andrew snorted. “In other words, she’s not the type to just fall into your world and let you have your way.” Something in me bristled at that. Janice continued, her voice softer this time. “But love isn’t about perfection, Logan. It never is. If you want her, you have to accept that first.”

She nodded "I know I'm the most horrible person in this world, but I'm so sorry I was not able to recognise you when I saw you. I should have apologize for everything I did. From our prom night to our marriage, for judging you for your imperfections when mine was piled up like a mountain. I love you Pearl, I can't live without you. I don't know how I survived those days without you. But at this point, just do whatever you want to. You're free to divorce me. I deserve it, I deserve everything you want to do. Just please, find a place in your heart to forgive me" ////////////////////////////////// Fly! not because you want to, but because you have to.—Penangel.

She talked like she was battling with her conscience. I gently placed my hands on her chest making her look down. "I know deep down, your not the most perfect human being the school thinks you are because I've seen most or probably all of your bad sides but what makes you more imperfect is the fact that you have a heart. A heart that cares and loves even though your karma itself but it's that imperfection that makes me love you more and more. Being Anika is what makes me in love with you." I confessed as I withdrew my hand and she looked at me with a cheerful smile.