Sorry I Can't Be Perfect Novels & Stories

"You are not becoming like me, you are better than me." Palming his cheeks before he can bury his face between my swells, I say, "Not really. I think we are both flawed. Imperfect but perfect in our imperfections." Thrusting my hips, I splay my fingers on his chest, slide my arms around his neck. "Stop punishing me."

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

They hugged me tightly while also tearing up seeing me and hearing me like I’m saying my final word for them. “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry that I need to leave you both anytime soon. I’m sorry that I can’t take care of you in the future. I’m sorry that I may not be here to see you grow old having white hair but still beautiful and handsome,” I said while smiling but also crying.

“I just want to be appreciated a little.” I didn’t look at anyone. My gaze stayed on the blanket, as if it was the only place I could hide. “I’m tired of always being seen as wrong,” I continued quietly. “No matter what I do it’s always wrong.” I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry, like every word had to be forced out. “I know I’m not perfect. I know I make a lot of mistakes,” I said. “But I’m trying.” That word came out heavy. Trying.

"Btu you should focus to finis-" "Dad, in my entire life.. everyone calls me perfect. I have no flaw, I'm smart, I'm a fast learner and the list goes on.. but I felt bored. Everything went so smooth and in this chapter of my life.. I felt.. my downfall. I felt and realized that I'm not perfect just like everyone else.. I felt happy because there will be someone who can love me for me and fix that imperfectness that I have.. She gave me a really colorful life with her clumsiness and just.. her.. I'm sorry for not being the perfect son, dad. I'm a human too.. I won't function well when you know the person that gave you a big impact.. in danger because of me." "Well.. I'm sorry because I never

I screamed at her , my temper getting the best of me “ I’m your daughter! The girl you are supposed to love but you don’t because you can’t because you only want to love someone who is perfect ! “I looked at her my voice cracking “ But you know what mum , I can’t be perfect daughter , just like you can’t be a perfect mother . Since you cannot accept me just the way I’m , I don’t see the point of staying with you in one house and adding misery to each others life “ “ You honestly ! I’m tired of being pointed at ! You think I’m at fault ? You want to blame me ? Sure go ahead ! But let me tell you , you can keep your head buried in the sand like an ostrich ignoring all your flaws but when Jaco

Yes! That's how the world rolls,you can't have everything because this world is fair on that field, its trying to offer everyone a chance and that chance comes and goes, when it comes, make sure you do everything and everything to grab it because you own it and you gotta ride it!😏 Be OK with imperfection. No one is perfect — intellectually, we all know that, but emotionally we seem to feel bad when we don’t reach perfection,sweetheart...You aren’t perfect and you never will be.

It left hollows. “Did you ever… did you ever have to be perfect, Igor?” I asked, my voice barely a thread. “Not just excellent, but perfect? Because if you weren’t perfect, the disappointment was worse than any yell.” He didn't move. He simply waited. I took a deep, shaky breath, letting the shame and the cold memory surface.

Permission to be imperfect. Permission to struggle. Permission to not have it all figured out.

I caught his wrist and took the tissues myself. He froze, then scrubbed his own face roughly. "Baby, I was wrong about everything. But I swear, it was just business with her. And since my mom passed, seeing you… it just reminded me of her. It made me act out. But I love you. Please give me another chance." His sincerity might have touched me once. However, I smiled faintly. "Do you want to know what I was thinking, at that moment when the chandelier was about to crush me?"