Perfectly Flawed Meaning Novels & Stories

This world is horrid, so if you are reading my tale remember that everything is a lie. Nothing is true and manipulation is key. Perfect is not a word we use because it is not true. When I was younger I wanted to explore the world, now all I want to do is have my next meal without puking. I am Rapunzel, who never left her tower. Or for me, my castle. Yes I have social interaction, but that's not the same and with my weight it makes me want to die.

I sat down and thought of the first thing that came to my mind which was how I felt about myself right now. " I 've got lots of flaws I'm not perfect, I'm so imperect I make so many mistakes 'cause I'ma different human. I'm jealous I'm emotional I break rules I'm human after all I always feel I'm not living right I'm very conscious At every level of my life I've got a devil I've learnt not to trust no one Many timesI just want to shout it out loud to the world how it hurts to be human I've made stupid decisions, heart aching mistake and have irreversable regrets

I was at another climax, my walls held him tighter, my back arch and my body trembled as I released on him inside of me, making it much easier for his thrusting penis, but he had released as well. He fell on the side of me, panting. "You're everything and more." He kissed my forehead and I rested on his chest, listening to his beating heart. "That was so incredible," I complimented. "Because you're incredible. We make such a beautiful match." "You'll soon hate me though." "Emily, I'll never hate you." "Yes you will. When the baby is born you'll hate us both." "How can I hate my son or daughter and my future wife?"

So, how could I answer him exactly? “Well… I can’t speak for all women, but if you’re asking for my personal opinion, then I don’t think there really is a ‘correct man’,” I admitted, shrugging. “Honestly, I don’t even think there’s a correct person. Everyone has their own tastes, everyone has their own flaws. It isn’t about finding the perfect person, it’s about finding the person who’s perfect for you.” “And the person who’s perfect for you would be...?” He trailed off.

not the version I chose to be. “I don’t want perfect,” I said. The words came out stronger. I want real.” The space cracked. not fully. but enough. because that broke something. Something it couldn’t resolve. the perfect version of me paused. for the first time. because now it wasn’t complete. It wasn’t aligned. It wasn’t right. The white shifted. Violently. because now it was losing control. losing certainty. losing definition. “You choose instability,” it said. The voice sharper now. less certain.

He murmured bitterly, "expecting perfection and exemption from me all the time. As though this crown was ever meant for me to begin with." She nodded her head in understanding. She felt his pain, and it was as though finally she understood him. His plight, his pain. What made him into this man he was right now. "And I guess I am a flaw in your perfection am I not?" She pondered quietly. "That is what she thinks I suppose." Luca breathed, he turned to her, lifting her jaw with his fingertips. "But the fate that you chose you for me now made no mistakes, that I can be sure of."

That was the fracture widening, spreading through the architecture like cracks in ice. My voice dropped slightly, became more intense. "You built a system that depends on you being perfect. On making optimal decisions under all conditions, on never being wrong or uncertain or compromised." Hale's eyes hardened, something defensive showing for the first time. "I am." I smiled—soft expression, but absolutely dangerous in its implications. "No one is. Not consistently. Not across all scenarios and time horizons. Perfection isn't achievable in complex adaptive systems." The words landed like a blade, clean, surgical, unavoidable.

“Are you calling out my toxic trait then? Are you lecturing me right now? I believe you are my constitution professor, but this topic is not something that you can teach me.” “This is a life lesson. Your smart brain is nothing if your character is full of flaws.” “Flaws? Are you telling me you have no flaws then? Are you a prophet, a god, or what? Do you think you are perfect?” 'The heck, her analogy sucks! Her rationality is also messed up.' “I am not saying I am perfect, and I don’t need to be holy just to correct your traits. You are fooling around and hurting other people, Ms. Faunteen.”

My friends expect you to overcome because of so many achievements but none of them guaranteed that you would stay, none of my words convinced you to be here. I lift my body from the sand feeling the grains crumbling and out of sheer selfishness I wish you were feeling this way, I don't want to be the only one missing something so perfect. This is our flaw - we are too perfect for each other, unable to deal with glaring defects, holding each pain in our throats just to maintain mistrust instead of building something solid between us.

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.