Novel & Cerita Who Said You Are Not Perfect

she said. I shrugged. “I guess that’s right. I just don’t know, Malia. I hate failing at anything,” I explained. “I understand, but sometimes, it’s okay to fail. It’s part of life. No one can be perfect all the time,” she said. “But I used to be perfect all the time,” I argued.

I closed my eyes briefly. When I opened them, he was still there, still letting me see all of it. “I don’t need perfection,” I said softly. “No,” he said. “You need honesty.”

My Caspian. And for the first time in forever, I allowed myself believe that perfect wasn’t just a word other people got to use. Perfect was this. Perfect was us.

"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."

Regret: “I’m too old to get started. It’s too late.” Identity: “I’m just a lazy person.” Shame: “I shouldn’t be so lazy.” Do any of these voices sound familiar to you?", asked Aidah by winking. "No, l don't....l want to know what you mean by imperfections into perfect?", asked the Heaven of now with the same curiosity as before. "Stay patient dear...You have a lot of time in life to know about it... l am going...l want to loosen it", said Aidah and prepared to go.

I can't do. "I can't think of any." I said after thinking hard about it. I just couldn't find something, but I knew I wasn't good at everything. "See. You are perfect." Wrong. I wasn't perfect. I am full of flaws and mistakes. I am full of anger and what not, but I try to be perfect and with you by my side, I know I can do all things. "You bring out the best in me. Thank you." "You're welcome. Now, teach me how to dance."

So, how could I answer him exactly? “Well… I can’t speak for all women, but if you’re asking for my personal opinion, then I don’t think there really is a ‘correct man’,” I admitted, shrugging. “Honestly, I don’t even think there’s a correct person. Everyone has their own tastes, everyone has their own flaws. It isn’t about finding the perfect person, it’s about finding the person who’s perfect for you.” “And the person who’s perfect for you would be...?” He trailed off.

He pressed another kiss to my lips but I pulled away to answer his so not question. "I'm not perfect. I'm anything but perfect… or that's what I've been told." It was moments like these when I remembered how many people used to say that I'm not normal… or rather one person in particular used to tell me that but I couldn't remember who it was… it was just a voice roaming in my head from time to time.

his last statement made me chulked a bit. I mean, everybody knows how imperfect I am. A woman who literally failed at everything. What is the point of lying just to make me believe he is on my side? “Okay, maybe not everyone is perfect” his voice collided with my thought. Like he could read my mind. “It's not like we have a perfect human anyway, but you are close to being one. You are a woman who does not easily break down. I admire that about you and please keep walking on their necks”

"That our first born might not be perfect. I would never have done it Talon you should know me better than that. I just thought it was fair to give you the option." "Know a lot of so called perfect people that do some fucked up shit. When's the last time you seen a so called imperfect person on the news hacking up people across state lines for fun? I'm thinking this perfect shit has holes in it." I kissed her nose with all the guck she had on it. "Only you would think like that."