Novel & Cerita Sorry I Can't Be Perfect

“I know and hey guess what Angel said to me?” “What did she say?” “She said not everyone can be perfect like you and I.” “Who is perfect ? Belle and Camilla? since when.” I ask laughing “Exactly.” “That girl has a lot to learn about life. We look like we have it together but man we make mistakes too. We fall, we cry, we rise and shine brighter than the last time because life goes on and there is absolutely nothing we can do or fix by dwelling so we just let things be.” “Yes but she still thought about it. I couldn't help but laugh because I am far from perfect. The only thing perfect about me is my wardrobe. Wait, no it's not even perfect, I have some terrible clothing.” Mia echoes laughter

"Ava!Ava! It is fine.You don't have to bother." " No it is not fine.You are so perfect"you never make any mistakes.I tried to do something good for you and I failed.Oh God I am terrible.I am so terrible." " Stop saying that.It is just salt.Anyone could forget to put salt.It is no big deal stop criticizing yourself." " NoLeon you deserve someone better."

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.

I signed, taking in a big breath"I don't know how many times do I have to tell you this----to reassure you that you are fucking good enough for me for me..." "That's the problem McKenzie----I-I-don't want to be just good enough for you"Anushka whispered sadly, a tear falling down her cheek"I want to be perfect for you my love" "You already are perfect for me Sunshine and you know that"I uttered "Maybe I am....and believe it or not, deep down in my heart I know I am baby just as much you are perfect for me and that's---that's the reason why I just can't afford to make any mistakes that could possibly make you think that you can't be satisfied by me"

“I don’t know. It’s just been… a long week.” He waited. He always did. That patience made everything harder, somehow. I wanted him to sweep me up, kiss me stupid, distract me from myself. But he just stood there, letting me fill the silence. “I feel like I’m always trying to be perfect,” I blurted, the words tumbling out before I could call them back. “With school, with my parents, with you. If I slip up—if I let everyone see I’m not as together as I pretend to be—it’ll all fall apart.”

She nodded "I know I'm the most horrible person in this world, but I'm so sorry I was not able to recognise you when I saw you. I should have apologize for everything I did. From our prom night to our marriage, for judging you for your imperfections when mine was piled up like a mountain. I love you Pearl, I can't live without you. I don't know how I survived those days without you. But at this point, just do whatever you want to. You're free to divorce me. I deserve it, I deserve everything you want to do. Just please, find a place in your heart to forgive me" ////////////////////////////////// Fly! not because you want to, but because you have to.—Penangel.

Stopped him dead in his tracks. "No. I am not perfect and that is my point. You will put me on a pedestal. You will raise me up incredibly high and I won't ever be able to reach that image. Over time you will start to resent me. Hate me for who I truly am. I can't be this for you." "But-" "I'm sorry."

God…what the hell is wrong with me? “I’m sorry.”I let out,remorsefully. “I don’t like the way you behave sometimes.”She murmured. “What way?Tell me…I’ll change.” “This…you keep talking about change and being perfect…it’s tiring to listen to sometimes.” I blinked.”I’m just trying to be exactly what you want.”

It’s not just the support—it’s the way he says it, with complete certainty, like I’m all he needs to be happy. I swallow hard, my throat tight as I try to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. “You’re too good to me,” I murmur, the guilt gnawing at me even more. “I’m not,” he replies quickly, shaking his head. “You’re the one who’s too hard on yourself.” He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “You don’t have to be perfect, Nicola. You’re allowed to miss things, to mess up. That’s life.”

I said with tears streaming down my face I was nothing close to perfect