Love Your Imperfections Novels & Stories

“Lee, I’m sorry for what I put you through. I just wanna let you know that I would apologize to you every day for the rest of my life until you learn to forgive me.” She loosened her arms around me and framed my face with her hands. “That won’t be necessary. I forgave you a long time ago. When you love someone, you don’t just love them for their perfection, you also love their flaws.” I was beyond speechless. “We made mistakes, and we learned from them. I don’t need you to be perfect, Percival Matthews. All I need from you is to be yourself. That’s what made me fall in love with you. And I love you more for not giving up on me, on us.”

How can someone like me, with so many flaws and making so many mistakes, have powerful beings declaring their love for me? "Hope, you are perfect in your imperfection." Kaiden's voice echoed, as he traced the design of the rose bushes on my face, down to the curve of my neck. "I'm not talking about your physical scars... You who always say you wish you were born human so you could have the power to choose your path... But you're perfect, you have as many flaws as any human I've ever met. Between powers and struggles beyond comprehension, you still care for those you love, cry for them, despair..."

"Jasmine, I'll be straight with you. I miss you, I miss us. I miss what we had when we were in college. I know I hurt you-- I hurt you badly-- and I'm still paying for that today, because everyday, when we're not together, is a day wasted on this earth. I'm not asking you to just come right out and forgive me and take me back into your life, though I wish you would, I just want you to know that I'm sorry for everything I did wrong to you. "You're a very beautiful and amazing woman. You turned out to be exactly what I thought you'd be. I've never stopped loving you. I know you may find it hard to believe that, but my love for you will never die. I was really foolish to have left your side as

To my surprise, she replied, “I know.” I chuckled and pulled away to see her smile, swaying slowly and trying not to trip. Kiara touched my cheek, my breath hitching in my throat, and she said, “You’re not perfect, but I love you anyway. Your flaws and your imperfections make you who you are and I quite love that.” Taking a shaky breath, I cupped her cheek and brushed my thumb over her cheekbone. She closed her eyes, leaning on my palm, a soft smile tugging her rosy lips.

I never want him to look at me thinking I am weak or I am not strong enough. I hate it from anyone, but for Sab it was more than that, because the person you love is the person you want to show how good you are. You are afraid if they see your weak side, they will leave you or think that you are no good. They deserve better than you. The thought of them thinking something like this itself is so hurting. I walked out of the lift and went straight out of the restaurant. I was about to get in a cab but a grip on my hand pulled me back as I turned, I saw Sab panting heavily.

He murmured, sadly. “That is love, Lorenzo. Love isn’t just for the rosy days. It’s for the sad days, for the better days, for the worst days, I’ll always love you even on the dark days, on the days you feel too afraid to say you need someone. You’re everything to me. And you do not need to be perfect. I’m not perfect. No one is. But one thing I know is that you’re right for me.” “Sin ti no puedo vivir (I can't live without

"Randall, you're a selfish bastard! You don't understand what love is at all! You don't deserve to be loved!" I listened to her insults, yet I didn't feel the slightest ripple in my heart. Maybe she was right. Maybe I didn't know what love was, but at least I finally understood what it meant to let go. "I wish you happiness, Celina," I said before hanging up. Her tirade was cut off abruptly. I let out a long breath, feeling an unprecedented sense of relief. However, when I looked up, I found my parents standing not far away, watching me with complicated expressions on their faces.

Imperfect — said by a man who had built an entire kingdom on precision — was the equivalent of another person laying themselves completely open. I felt something move in my chest. Not the mark. Not the bond. Just me. Just the specific feeling of caring deeply about someone's imperfection because it was real and it was offered and it was his. "I know," I said, for the third time. Softly. He reached out.

Never hesitated. At first, my roommates only whispered behind my back. Then one day, I accidentally walked in on them talking trash about me in the dorm. I just told them straight up: if they had something to say, they could say it to my face. "So you know you're a love-crazed fool?" Sophie, who wasn't that close to me back then, had the guts to ask. I nodded. "But why?" she pressed. "You're pretty. You seem like you come from a decent family. Why waste yourself on some player who doesn't even like you back?"

It shocked her to the core and questioned her alleged insanity as actual insanity. "How have you been?" He initiated. She hoped he was being sarcastic. As if reading her mind, he quickly apologized and went silent yet again. Last time he'd mentioned change, real friends, and making up for mistakes. But anyone who knew him would know these three words were mission impossible. He'd gone ahead and elaborated on these new beginnings of his and all those involved. On hearing him talk, given that most of it was centered on one person, two things she thought she'd lost alongside her mind were found. Her scorching love for the one who ruined her life and a strong grip of jealousy. She squeezed the p