Novel & Cerita Sorry I Can't Be Perfect

I shook my head frantically, heart breaking. “No. Goddess, no. You’re perfect, Ian. Absolutely perfect.” His brows furrowed in confusion, but he waited, giving me time. “It’s me,” I said brokenly. “I’m the defective one. I want you — I really want you — but I can’t. My body won’t let me. The bond... it’s still there, just enough to ruin everything.” The shame was crushing. "I’m sorry," I choked out. "I'm sorry I can't love you the way you deserve. I’m sorry I can’t even give you half of what you've given me."

He tightened his grip on the duffel bag. I took a step closer, not too close to push him, but close enough he could feel the sincerity vibrating off me. “I'm not perfect,” I whispered. “God, I am so far from perfect. And I know you're tired of hearing apologies that don't fix anything. I'm tired too. I've done things I'm not proud of—things that twisted me into this version of myself I barely recognize.” His throat bobbed, but he stayed silent. "I've tried to grow, I have. But every time I take one step forward, something pulls me back ten steps and it feels like there's no way out of the mess I made." My voice cracked. "No clean ending. No redemption."

I added, and he looked at me confused. “We see many people in our life who are perfect and imperfect as per our list, we have in our mind about perfections and imperfections. Just because one person is the perfect doesn’t mean that he is perfect as a partner to any person too. So Raj is the perfect guy I can ever know which you too accept, but he is not perfect for me.” I said explaining everything. He nodded after a few minutes and said, “You need not resign and my asking you to do that is my stupidity.”

I flinched slightly when she spoke to me, almost afraid to meet her gaze. “You cannot fix yourself. You are already perfect the way you are. We are all a chaotic mess inside but we can always learn from each other and get back together. Trust me; life won't always be this easy. And you know what? Maybe we are all a mess inside but we can always get past that and start fresh.

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶G̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶y̶o̶n̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ I need to be alone Please don't look for me It's better I̶'̶m̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ this way I'm so sorry — Rowena Things needed to be kept brief. There was no time to say anything else. She had to get out before the others woke up. Or else she would never get to walk away. It was now or never.

grumbled Markonah. "Pffft, slaves are still slaves! Just a little makeup, your confidence level is already exorbitant," Udin sneered in a high tone. Tukijo pursed his lips. His head was boiling like it was about to explode. But suddenly his sister's words echoed in his mind, "Hold on! Don't let yourself get one hit!" Then Tukijo restrained himself. He took a deep breath and then exhaled. "Patience ... patience ...." he muttered, rubbing his chest.

I nod my head and start getting ready. I have known sadness, grief, and guilt. But losing someone. Never. The makeup lays bare in front of me. My fingers stop over the concealer. But they don't hold it. As if, telling me to lay all my emotions naked. Being perfect is a standard I have always gone for. Today I would change it. I would show the imperfections. Because they are the ones that make me more alive.

“I shouldn’t have shoved you away. I had no right. I’m deeply sorry. I didn’t want to be mean to you—” “Stop,” Karen said gently, holding up a hand. “Take a breath.” He paused, looked at her, then said quietly, “I’ve never met someone so beautiful in soul and so kindhearted. You’re… perfect. And it kills me to think I don’t deserve you.” Karen tensed, panic pinching her brow. She leaned forward and clasped his hands. “Don’t think like that. There’s no such thing as perfect. We all have our shortcomings.”

“How are you this perfect?” “I’m not perfect, but I’m also clearly not like the other women you’ve dated. Don’t push me away before you have a reason to do it. Things like this won’t scare me off. This is part of life. You take the good with the bad, sometimes the terrible as well. You don’t back out just because things aren’t perfect all the time,” she said. “We’re just getting to know each other, now there’s a kid in the picture too, one that will most probably lash out and struggle with what he’d done for a long time. I can’t ask you to take all that on.”

"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