Who Said You Are Not Perfect Novels & Stories

“I shouldn’t have shoved you away. I had no right. I’m deeply sorry. I didn’t want to be mean to you—” “Stop,” Karen said gently, holding up a hand. “Take a breath.” He paused, looked at her, then said quietly, “I’ve never met someone so beautiful in soul and so kindhearted. You’re… perfect. And it kills me to think I don’t deserve you.” Karen tensed, panic pinching her brow. She leaned forward and clasped his hands. “Don’t think like that. There’s no such thing as perfect. We all have our shortcomings.”

Maeve “Who said anything about being flawless? No human being is flawless, baby, and I know that. What I am saying is that you are perfect for me. You with all your flaws, even the ones you think I don’t know about yet.” I literally melted inside at his words. Other people might think it’s cheesy or too bare minimal for me to react the way I did, but it was a whole new experience for me from a man. Maybe because I didn’t date a lot. Maybe there are a lot of men out there who are just like Andro, who always know the right words to say.

“You’re frowning, baby, what’s wrong?” I shake my head and put down the paint brush. “I’m not perfect at this, mom.” I tell her. “And who says perfection is expected of you?” I purse my lips, blinking slowly. “But you’re perfect at everything, mom.” Mom smiles warmly, her hand going under my chin and lifting my head so that she’s looking into my eyes. “Who says I’m perfect?” “I see it,” I confess, “and dad says it all the time.” “Between you and I, baby, your dad isn’t very smart.” She laughs as she pools a stool close to mine and sits. I laugh with her, my shoulders quaking. “I am far from perfect… no one is perfect, do you know why?”

I know I’m not perfect, but the way he said it? You’d believe it.

“Now, say you’re perfect.” “I am perfect,” I whispered. “Louder!” he barked. “I’m perfect!” I said louder this time, my voice firmer. “Always remember,” Alex said, his smile turning into a smirk, “how you present yourself is how you will be treated. If you believe you’re perfect, then you are. The rest of the world can go fuck themselves in the ass.” I chuckled at his bluntness, shaking my head in disbelief. “I’m perfect,” I said again, this time with conviction.

“I am… perfect.” “Again.” “I am. Perfect.” “I am wonderful.” He says. “I… am wonderful.” “I am so beautiful.” Tears leak uncontrollably out of my eyes, and mucus threatens to fall out of my nostrils. My chest tingles. “I am… so beautiful.” “Every part of you, Sophia.” I have no words. He nods. “You’ve been working hard on your Pilates. But that’s not what defines you. Okay? Pilates or not, you were made to look exactly how you look, and it’s perfect.”

As a great man once said; 'Everything you ever wanted, everything you could ever need, is always right in front of you' —you just have to see it and I couldn't be more grateful to have seen it. My imperfect life was perfect.

"It just isn't working out as well as I thought." It's us? What the hell ? That's even worse than 'it's not you, it's me' when the guy so means 'it's totally you'. He probably meant it's us not having sex! "Please don't do this to me. I thought we were perfect. I like you, a lot." By now the tears were sliding down my cheeks slowly. I love you .

Ronan says. “Fuck is definitely the word…” I say. “You’re so flawless,” he says. “Honestly, is there anything you’re not amazing at?” And that’s what does it. That word. Flawless. I take a slow breath and say, too flatly, “don’t call me that.” He blinks. “What?” “Flawless.” “Well, you just saved our lives. You are flawless.” “I’m not perfect!” I snap, louder than I meant to. My voice bounces off the walls, sharp and cracking. “I’m not fucking perfect, Ronan. I’ve spent my whole life trying to be. And it’s exhausting. It’s a lie.”

Harden called as he didn’t want to believe what Adele was saying. “I’m saying the truth, Harden, sorry sir. That night, you sniffed me and said, I can’t control it, Help me release my struggles, it’s killing me, I took a decision that night that changed my dream, Harden, pardon me, sir.” Adele sighs cleaning her tears.