Love Your Imperfections Mga Nobela at Kwento

He asked rubbing his well shaped nose on Adele cheeks before he moved towards her ear and whispered. “Because you are my fated perfection” he whispered before he looked at her green eyes which turned teary. That’s the first time anyone ever told her words to make her important. Gently Harden took her lips again, this time so slowly but full of wants, Adele gave him back the energy, all the time she wanted so bad to have him it’s here so she let herself free, free from not just her desire but also her life and the world happening around her……

"I want everything to be perfect," "Perfection is overrated," "You'd say that, but you're already perfect." Lucas said nothing about that. Instead, he walked to his little brother and ruffled his hair. Lior frowned at it. He had spent so long making it rest back, causing Lucas to chuckle and say softly, "No one is perfect, Lior, and I know I don't count, but whoever your Mate is, would love you for who you are. Flaws and all. So don't worry, everything would be fine."

“I love that you’re a control freak and a little paranoid. I love the way you dress and the way you walk. I love your long hair and your voice and the way you fuck me.” Colour flooded her cheeks, but she held eye contact. “I love your scars and all your tattoos. And even though you’re an asshole sometimes I wouldn’t change it for anything. The point is that I love you as you are, with all your issues and imperfections, and I don’t want you to change.” I blinked at her, shocked into silence. “Obsidian?” My arms tightened around her. I swallowed and glanced over her shoulder to the door. The exit was right there.

“What do you see? Because all I see right now is emptiness.” “Put enough imperfections together and, eventually, you will achieve perfection. But even then, perfection is all about perspective. Maybe you and Ivan and your imperfections will make the kind of perfect you both need.” She cupped my cheeks and kissed the top of my head. “Sit here, drink wine, and I will go and call my pain-in-the-arse twin to make sure he’s not taking a hammer to a door or something.”

What am I doing in my life? "I appreciate your compliment Mr. And Mrs. Grande but I am not a perfect person. No one is," I replied in my most respectful tone. I don't want to sound rude either way. But if the arrival of my words for them is rude, then that'd be fine for me. Besides, I can stand by my words. No one is living perfectly in this world. Everyone has its flaws, gaps, mistakes, failures and terrible sides. What made it perfect is the person who appreciated and accepted the person's imperfections. That would be pointed as imperfectly perfect.

Her hands sl0wly hug around my torso, as I slowly tilt her head up, interlacing my fingers in her hair as I tugs on her strands delicately. "I am no fool, Mia. I am no fool. One day, you'll say yes to me, and when that happens I will make it worth your while. I'll show you how good you are at loving someone else, that, being me of course, and spend my days loving you as well. You say you're not perfect...So what? Who gives a shit. You're not perfect. No one is. But I swear to you, that if you give me a chance... Just one chance, I will make it worthwhile." I say as I pull her closer.

How do you define love? A matter that speaks in general a love to yourself, a love of a friend, a love of a family and a love of a lover all that includes trust, understanding and acceptance. But what if the love that you wanted the most, an understanding and acceptance that you need most can’t be given to you by your family. What will be your resolve, especially when it’s all about yourself?

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

"Thank you for accepting me. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for following me. Despite everything. Despite my flaws. Despite my darkness. Despite my imperfection. Thank you. You have given me the greatest gift. You have accepted me completely. You have chosen me truly. You have followed me honestly. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." She was loved. Truly loved. Completely loved. Not perfect, Hope. But flawed Ember. And that love was real. Was genuine. Was complete. She was loved. And that was everything.

"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. You know angel, when I first saw you, sleeping in my room, it was your beauty that enchanted me. But what made me fall in love with you was your innocence which i craved to protect, your kind heart which I craved to own, your clumsiness which urged me to be ready to catch you whenever you fall, your happiness, and laugh which I vowed to always keep present in your life. And more than that I fell in love with Iris, who like a missing piece of a puzzle fitted completely into my imperfect self which I do hi