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Just like life had been unfair to many people, would she say she was unfortunate to be among those people life was unfair to? But life didn't end. She had been told many times she was going to be fine. She had Nate. Who would turn the world around for her as long as she remained the perfect girlfriend. Many had none, but she had someone who loved her to the moon and back. And why is that? Because she was perfect. But was she really perfect? Would he stop loving her once he found out about her imperfections? Would she be as lonely as everyone else life had been unfair to… if he left her?

"Certainly not you." Afet's face paled, the smirk dancing on her lips disappeared and was replaced with a deep scowl. "He desires a woman with the highest calibre of poise and elegance, beauty and intelligence which are the departments you're lacking in," she responded, crossing her arms. "Well that is not my problem," Najmah shrugged. "Whatever woman he desires, or should I say desired is a thing of the past. He's a married man with a woman who has neither poise nor elegance as you clearly stated or beauty and intelligence. Deal with it."

Hundreds, if not thousands, and I wanted the best of the best. "Miss Blackman, transfer all the calls to my mailbox and join me in here so we can go through these together," I said, daring not to touch any application until I had help. "Yes sir," she answered with a smile and withdrew quickly. I liked that about Miss Blackman. She was always cheerful and up for any task or challenge I threw her way. _______________ "This one is too shallow." " Too deep and egotistical." "Too short." "Too self expressive."

"I'm just waiting for some type of flaw. There is no way a place can be so beautiful. Be so perfect." "I never said it was without flaws. It takes a lot to manage a kingdom and find and keep the peace. Some days you fail and you learn from mistakes and other days you are totally killing it. It's just important to know that you can't possibly please everyone and sometimes they don't know what they need until it happens. Ruling anything is work, but it has the reward of me being able to look down and see that my people are flourishing."

"She'll get used to your presence later. I'm sure of that." "Do I not deserve to be called Harriet's father?" "Of course you deserve it. You're the only one who deserves to be the father of a daughter as adorable as her." Sean smiled faintly. "Yeah, she's adorable and pretty. Harriet looks like you." I rested my head on Sean's shoulder and took one of his arms for a hug. Sean's fingers gripped mine tightly. "I'm not a perfect mother either, Sean. I made a lot of mistakes when I raised Harriet. We all have our flaws. So don't ever say that you don't deserve to be Harriet's father."

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

He is perfect, he has the perfect face, perfect smile, perfect body, perfect everything. "I couldn't help but look for my flaw so I could fix it'' he said as he laid on the bed, I felt bad for him, I guess he doesn't believe in himself so much, " sorry" I finales said, what I swore I won't say, " no need to say sorry, when I think about you, I feel I don't deserve you, neither do I deserve your love" he said

"Gave you edges so you'd know where you begin and end." "Beginning and ending," Void mused. "I'm absence with borders now. Contained void. Is that better or worse?" "Neither," Genesis said. "Different. And difference creates possibility." The goddess made one final attempt: "*They're lying! I alone understand truth! Order without chaos! Infinite without finite! Perfection without flaw!*" "Perfection without flaw is just nothing," Omega observed. "Flaws create character. Genesis's mortality is beautiful flaw." "We won't free you," the children declared together. "Someone who sees limitation as weakness wouldn't understand strength through sacrifice."

She kissed my cheek, hugged Alex with genuine warmth, and settled into the gathering as if she had always belonged here, as if the years of estrangement were a dream we had all woken from together. It was perfect. Not in the way of movies, where perfection means the absence of flaw, but in the way of real life, where perfection means the presence of love despite flaw. Where the lopsided cake matters more than the perfect one because someone who loves you made it. Where the rain against the windows is not melancholy but cozy, not isolation but shelter.

The bloodlust vanished from the air like it never existed. “Well, at least I am perfect at being flawed…” Ezra sipped in the coffee, making loud slurping noises which was clearly annoying Raven even more. “I am flawlessly imperfect.” He continued in a dreamy tone, like he was reciting the hymn of the universe. “Imperfectum est perfectio. Perfectio est illusionis. Imperfection is perfection and perfection is illusion. So, you are an illusion, Raven.” He pointed his finger at Raven. Ouch. That must have hurt, and it clearly did. I gaped at Raven.