Perfect Love Novels & Stories

"Oh, of course! But you know what we mean. The perfect kind of love." I let out a small laugh, swirling my wine glass as I looked down. Perfect? No, Daniel and I weren’t perfect. But we were steady. We were right for each other in a way that made sense. There were no over-the-top gestures, no whirlwind passion that burned too bright and faded too fast. Just quiet companionship and reliability. That was enough. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

Dazed, I stammered, "That's what I meant. You show me in your own way that you love me. So love me, love me like you do, because your love is so beneficial, so benevolent and so unconditional like no other in this world!” Happy as ever, I looked at the couple, who looked at us with extreme surprise. “How long have you been going?” Krystal asked, to which I replied, “It's been almost two hours. I wanted you to hear it from us personally and not from anyone else. We probably owed you more than that."

"Hasn't everyone, everybody wants to feel love so we label anything we feel as love, we fall in love with the idea of love from fairytales, books, movies hoping for perfection, perfection that we can never have," "Do you really believe there is no such thing a perfection?" "I think it depends on your definition of perfection, your perspective, your point of view and how you see the world," she said taking a sip of her wine slowly before placing it back on the counter. "I think you're perfect," "From what perspective?"

She leaned in, pressing her lips against Agatha's in a slow, deeply passionate kiss that tasted of absolute peace, secure boundaries, and a love that had defied every single rule to survive. The storm was completely over. Their scripts were finally written in their own ink, and their real-life fairytale was officially forever.

I nodded and let him have the books I borrowed in the library earlier for our discussion tomorrow. As we were making our way to the parking lot Katie blocked our way. She was with her squad and one of them was Fely, a volleyball player who used to stalked Orion. It seemed like she announced to their whole department her plan about confessing her feelings for Kolten. "Kolten, please accept my love." She tried to look cute and laid a box of cakes for him. He did not pay attention to it, but still hanging his arm on Orion's shoulder. He was never like to accept anything from any girls who were confessing to him, except those who wanted to be his 'secret admirer' who chose to leave some stuff in

“Do you know what it feels like to be a black duck from a long line of golden gooses? What it feels like to be sidelined because you're never enough? When the one you love so dearly doesn't even regard you? Do you know what it means to have insults from family members? Morning, day, and night. Either directly or indirectly because you're not as good as they expect? Do you know what it feels like to stare at the mirror in pain because you're tired of seeing the same damn person every time? An imperfect person who has refused to improve, and is the cause of all your issues! Do you know what it feels like to want to be perfect, but yet you keep messing up? “I question the old man, and he studie

With one deep breath, I find the pitch of my voice, “You have bewitched me from the very moment that I laid my eyes are you. I am not going to lie when I say this, but you are mine. You are the only one that could reach inside me and tame this beast." I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. There is no witty comment or even a snap back at me. "The thing is, princess, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flawless and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Becca, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Josh?"

All I could feel was love. Loving is seeing the flaws, knowing the mood swings, appreciating the imperfections but most of all it's about recognizing the filthy dark parts of the heart and still wanting to treasure it. He was my miracle. He was my wishbone. He was my saviour. Quite literally, actually. Seeing the look of pure primal love in my eyes, Colton questioned. "What are you thinking about?" "You. Always." Colton grinned, coming closer to me. "You are absolutely breathtaking, every part of you is perfect. And I want to spend eternity proving this to you."

Just because your partner does not do or say the same thi it does not mean that you are not loved enough. Look, every single person is different. People have their way to express their love, care, and gratitude. Don’t judge your partner with their lens. A million couples can have a million ways to love, and they all might be equally in love. Love can be that flexible. Love can be that unique. There is no perfect way to love. There is no rule. There is no definition. Love is wild. Love is stupid. Love is wrong. Love is love. So if you are happy, if your heart is happy, and if your soul is happy, then you are living a perfect love story with a perfect person. Wh