Sorry I Can't Be Perfect Novels & Stories

And the reality, as bitter as coffee, seeped through, leaving a stain that no brush could ever cover. So here I am, staring at that ridiculous painting, wondering how I ever fell for such a perfect imperfection.

he says playfully, placing his forehead against my shoulder, and making me chuckle. "I'm sorry... Nate, I'm not perfect. There are many flaws to me. Flaws that you may not like. I'm sorry, but I just." I say as I pull away. "Maybe we just need to give it time. We'll just have to wait and see. Only time will tell if we are meant for each other." I say as I cup his face and place a small kiss on his lips.

“You can’t un-do what you said any more than you can un-do sleeping with half the squad.” Well that fucking stings. Where is this even coming from? I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “Because you’re perfect, right? You never say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing.” The words taste bitter as they leave my mouth. “Well guess what? I’m not perfect. Never have been, never claimed to be. Do you know how hard it is to try to be the guy you deserve when you’re so fucking perfect? How the fuck am I ever supposed to measure up?”

I actually I'm giving my best. But honestly, I don't know if my best is enough. Please kindly drop gems and also a thumbs up for this if you are feeling my story okay.

I chuckled lightly, trying to keep the tremor from my voice, “we aren't perfect, but what love is? We are our own kind of perfection, mated for a reason, right? So we are going to make this work. We will because we want to.” Gah! I groaned internally. I tend to blarb when caught unaware or nervous, and that is exactly what I did. So I swallowed, ready to say more when I noticed that the second woman’s eyes welled with tears, glassy and red rimmed as tears slipped down her cheeks. “I… I’m sorry,” I said quickly, my nerves unravelling like a spool of thread. “Did I do something? Did I maybe say something wrong?” I tried to rise, forgetting my ankle, and cried out as a spike of pain shot throug

"They are working. We're working. But Jake, we don't have to be perfect. We just have to be honest." "I am being honest." "Are you? Because it seems like you're trying to be the perfect partner. The perfect father. The perfect protector. And that's exhausting." Jake ran his hands through his hair. "I can't lose you again. I can't lose either of you." "Then stop trying to be perfect. Stop trying to fix everything. Just be here with me in the mess." "The mess is terrifying." "I know. But it's real. And real is better than perfect."

“Do I?” “Because we’ve made mistakes in the past,” I said slowly, watching her closely. “Things we regret. It's going to be hard for you to trust us if you know everything that we've done.” She tilted her head slightly, eyes still gentle. “We all make mistakes, don’t we? I don't think life would be so easy it's everyone were so perfect. It's scary to be perfect and it's okay to make mistakes. As long as the mistake doesn't take a person's life or completely ruin them, I think it can be forgiven.”

The way my body reacts to that stranger, I never even felt 2% percent of it for the man that I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. ​ Maybe I was the terrible one. I would probably not be in this much mess if I hadn’t gone to that bar. But where else could I have gone? ​ “Oh, Bella. You need to quit thinking you have to be a perfectionist.” ​ I was about to respond to Sage, but I found myself at a loss for words. ​ “Girlllll, you are always too hard on yourself, especially when you think you’ve made a mistake. I wonder if you are truly living or whether you’ve even been truly happy.”

"Is that a bad thing?" "Not necessarily. But it can be exhausting. For you and for everyone around you." She took a sip of her wine. "I used to be the same way. Then I realized that perfection is an illusion. The best you can do is show up and try your best. The rest is out of your control." "That's very philosophical." "I read it on a yoga mat."

I had such a hard time at keeping my face straight and not squealing like a fangirl at that time. I will never tell you that I knew about how you tried to propose to me. I know how important it was for you to propose in a perfect way. But Jonathan do remember that if I say yes it will be to you and not to the way you propose to me. It won’t matter to me if you slide a metal band on my finger with a simple ‘Will you marry me?’ It is the emotion that counts. I will always say ‘yes’ to you. I would have said yes even if I had found that ring in my glass. You always try to make everything perfect but Jonathan if everything is always perfect in our lives it will become monotonous. It is little im