Sorry I Can't Be Perfect Novels & Stories

"As if you were standing right here..." Another sob escaped. "What did I do wrong?" My voice cracked so badly that the question almost became unrecognizable. "What was missing in my love?" My chest rose and fell violently. "I gave you everything I knew how to give." My tears blurred the image. "I wasn't perfect... I know that." A bitter smile spread across my face. "I was possessive." "I was stubborn." "I was terrible at expressing myself." "I got angry." "I made mistakes." "But I never stopped loving you."

The words are simple, but they cut deeper than any blade. “I'm sorry. I can't be the man you want me to be. Don't look for me.” No. Goodness no. This can't be happening. My world is collapsing, and I have no idea why.

*I'm so sorry you're going through this. *It's not your fault,* I thought back. *None of this is your fault.* *Still. I wish I could make it better.* *You can't. No one can.*

"I am saying this with absolute sincerity. No help from Ox, and no internet." He took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto mine. "I know I’m not an easy man to love. And I'm certainly not the kind of man you pictured yourself falling for. I know I'm not perfect... I can never be perfect because of how violently I think, or how ruthless I have to be. I don't care about being perfect for the world, but I want to be perfect for you. I'm going to try everything I can to give you that."

I practiced a smile—one that didn’t show teeth, one that wouldn’t wrinkle my eyes, one Giulia couldn’t call desperate. There. Perfect. I walked to the window and pushed the curtains aside. The gardens were quiet, trimmed and beautiful under the moonlight. They looked peaceful. I wasn’t. I placed my palm against the cold glass and whispered, barely loud enough for myself to hear: “If I am perfect enough… maybe they’ll love me.” But even as I said it, a tiny part of me knew the truth. They never would. Still… I would try. **** ****

Everyone is silent and I actually wipe some tears away from my eyes. I sigh, calming down after my fit of laughter. "Wow. I'm so sorry to whoever wrote this, because that took me ages to read. And I would say I'm a little hurt, but I have people to vouch for me. On another note, I think I'm going to pin this on my wall." "What did it say?" Isaac asks me, genuinely confused and intrigued.

I am not one to be thrilled with the pressures of Model Perfect. “I can’t, Tanya. I can’t waltz back in there and become something I am not. I just don’t have it in me to do this again. Thanks for the compliment, but there really is no reason for me to stay with this company anymore. There are other reason for me to leave, but those are personal. I’d prefer not to share those with you at this time.”

“What do you see? Because all I see right now is emptiness.” “Put enough imperfections together and, eventually, you will achieve perfection. But even then, perfection is all about perspective. Maybe you and Ivan and your imperfections will make the kind of perfect you both need.” She cupped my cheeks and kissed the top of my head. “Sit here, drink wine, and I will go and call my pain-in-the-arse twin to make sure he’s not taking a hammer to a door or something.”

"You should not be sorry for being weak, Corrine. Forgive yourself for all the things you have and did not become. If you have become a successful artist despite being weak, be grateful. If you have lost an important opportunity for becoming such a weak person, forgive yourself." "People can't be born to have a perfect body, perfect face, a perfect talent and perfect life all at once. We have our own flaws, our own weaknesses, specific things that represent our greatest downfall. That's why a human is capable of making mistakes... because he's not perfect, and because he has more lessons to learn from every mistake he makes." I just nodded my head off before I put all the meat back into the

she continued with increasingly emotional tears. "I know, I know you must be feeling guilty right now," Stefania said with a look of pity. “This feels like I've wasted diamonds for used goods that even disappointed me once, isn't that so stupid? I can't help it if this problem gets out and people make fun of me. I will never be able to fight back because, in reality, I am stupid." Stefania sighed. "No one is perfect. It's normal to make mistakes, and there's always a chance to improve. .maybe now is the time when you are feeling difficult because of the consequences of your mistakes, and you have to struggle to get through these difficult times."