Love Your Imperfections Novels & Stories

"We're not perfect. We're going to fight sometimes. We're going to trigger each other's trauma. We're going to make mistakes and have to work through them." "This is supposed to be romantic?" Grace asked, but she was smiling. "I'm getting there," I said. "My point is that despite all our flaws and complications, I'd rather be imperfect with you than perfect with anyone else. I'd rather fight with you than have easy peace with someone I don't care about. I'd rather work through trauma and triggers together than avoid them alone." Grace stood up from her chair, moving carefully to sit on the edge of my hospital bed. "That's a very roundabout way of saying you love me."

The sound of my cries echoes through the house and she holds me tighter, whispering sorry over and over again. I can never hate this woman. Despite the pain and distance between us, the love I have for her is unconditional. She could never be perfect, and neither could I, and that's fine because love doesn't require perfection. It thrives in the imperfect, messy moments of life. I realize that a little too late but better late than never. "I missed you too, Mom. I'm so sorry."

“ I love you , I love you “ he kept repeating as he trailed kisses down my jaw , to my neck . “ I love you too “ I love him so much that I can feel my heart stop whenever I think a future without him , I can’t even imagine my world without him but it doesn’t matter anymore because he was here , with me . Even if we fuck up this thing that we have now , no matter how much we screw it up .., I could feel that we still will find our ways back to each other . Because even if it wasn’t perfect - and laden with imperfections , it was ours to keep .

He took my hands in his. “You’ve always been it for me,” he said softly. The crowd quieted. “I’ve loved you in every version of us the best and the worst. Through distance, silence, heartbreak. You were still the one.” Gasps and soft murmurs rippled. Gift sniffled quietly. “I don’t want perfect. I want real. I want your chaos. Your laugh. The way you steal the covers.” My breath caught. “I’m not perfect. I’ve made mistakes. But I’ll never stop choosing you.”

"By one year. So you're refusing to marry me because of our age and our age difference?" "No. What I'm trying to say is that it's happening too quickly and too much. How much did that ring even cost?" "Can you put a price on love?" "EJ..." "It was very expensive." I sat up. "Zenia look, I know it's sudden and very new to you, but I come from a family where affection conquers everything. All my life, I watched my father love my mother more and more everyday, and I couldn't wait to show that to someone. That someone is you."

Where or from whom did she get this brazen attitude? It is an understatement when I say that I truly felt accomplished in life. Even though the path to my destination wasn't quite pleasant, I'd choose it again if it would lead to the life I'm living now. True love is not about perfection but perseverance through imperfection. After all, they say love is not something you find. Love is something that finds you, just as Adriano's love found me. A love that is forgiving, a love that perseveres through storms, and most importantly, a love that feels like home.

“This isn’t my first relationship, but this one feels different. You’re a completely different person. I’ve never been this serious about anyone. I want to be perfect for you. I want you to be happy and content with me. I don’t want you to leave me.” “What are you talking about? You don’t have to be perfect for me to stay. I love you with all your imperfections. I accept you with all my heart. Just don’t do something that would hurt me so badly that I’d have to leave.” “And that’s what I’m afraid of: hurting you without realizing it. What if I hurt you unintentionally?”

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.

You changed that without force, without drama, simply by being someone I could trust with the places no one ever asked to see. You are the first person I’ve ever loved who didn’t demand perfection. You loved the parts of me that were jagged, unpolished and unfinished. You loved them openly, without apology or fear. That is rare and I will never forget it. There are moments when I look at you and forget the world exists, just the way your eyes soften around me, like you already know every hurt I’ve ever carried. That kind of love feels impossible until it isn’t. I am better because of you.

Trust me I love my family, I really do but I kinda like my alone time. my phone pinged. Mindlessly reaching for my phone I mistakenly knocked it on the ground.. "Arrgh my baby," I fake cried and gently picked it up from where it lay and examined it for any cracks, when I was sure there was none, I cuddled it and whispered some nonsense to it. "My love am really sorry, I won't hurt you deliberately you know right?" Ha! don't look at me like that, if someone else was here I would care but hey am alone, so I could dance naked for all I care.