Sorry I Can't Be Perfect Novels & Stories

"Maybe not physically, but I know emotionally that I left a permanent scar that you’ll have to carry with you for the rest of your life." Shaking my head, I let a slow smile spread across my face. "I won’t," I counter. "You’re making it clear that you will help me shoulder that pain so that I don’t have to suffer it alone. You need to remember that as mortals, we were never meant to be perfect, and as we continue to live our lives, we are sure to make even more mistakes, cause much more hurt, and test our feelings again and again. It’s up to us to either learn from all of this or fall, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to just give up that easily."

his last statement made me chulked a bit. I mean, everybody knows how imperfect I am. A woman who literally failed at everything. What is the point of lying just to make me believe he is on my side? “Okay, maybe not everyone is perfect” his voice collided with my thought. Like he could read my mind. “It's not like we have a perfect human anyway, but you are close to being one. You are a woman who does not easily break down. I admire that about you and please keep walking on their necks”

I'm completely and utterly sorry for everything that I was, and everything I failed to be. I don’t know what you want now. I don’t know what you feel. I don’t want to control it either, To scheme and just... I just don't want to lose you. I don't... I can't. Cause I cannot imagine a life without you. You were never invisible to me. You're the only light I had... how could I not possibly see your glow? You're perfect. So fucking perfect you're haunting me. But it's all my fault.

"Maybe not physically, but I know emotionally that I left a permanent scar that you’ll have to carry with you for the rest of your life." Shaking my head, I let a slow smile spread across my face. "I won’t," I counter. "You’re making it clear that you will help me shoulder that pain so that I don’t have to suffer it alone. You need to remember that as mortals, we were never meant to be perfect, and as we continue to live our lives, we are sure to make even more mistakes, cause much more hurt, and test our feelings again and again. It’s up to us to either learn from all of this or fall, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to just give up that easily."

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

“After hearing all of that, you still helped me in the bathroom?” “Okay. We need to make certain things clear.” Kayla was saying, and then she sighed. “I don’t know how you see yourself but the truth is that none of us are perfect. This is life, we can’t be too careful; mistakes are bound to be made and the only thing we can do is to learn from them.”

I nodded. “I feel so ashamed of myself. I could’ve controlled it but I didn’t. I just embarrassed myself out there. I know I’m not the perfect Luna for the pack but I’ve been trying hard to be perfect and now, I destroyed everything because I couldn’t control my temper,” “Hey,” he held my face in his large palm and gave me a small smile. “I didn’t ask for you to be perfect because you’re already perfect for me, Canim. Whatever happened out there today needed to happen. It’s okay if you feel and but don’t beat yourself up for it. Your imperfections are what make you perfect to me, alright?”

Sure, it might work but I loved her, and I was going to try to be better for her, and so I went with plain honesty. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, that may not be enough or what you want to hear right now, but it's all I got. I love you so much and if you give me another chance I promise you that I will never mess up that much again." I said and she rose one brow as if urging me to correct a misword. "I will not mess up. Not even small, I'm not perfect but I'll try to be, for you because that is what we do for the people we love, we try to be perfect for them.

I said, my voice shaking with anger. Feeling overwhelmed, I started walking toward the door, desperate to get away. But then a thought hit me. “You say you want a perfect life with someone else? After treating me like this, do you really think I’ll ever trust another guy? Let me remind you—perfection doesn’t exist. Everyone has flaws. Imperfections are what make us human. You’re chasing something you’ll never have, Marco. You’re not perfect, and you never will be. No one is. Think about that.”

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."