Who Said You Are Not Perfect Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Is that a bad thing?" "Not necessarily. But it can be exhausting. For you and for everyone around you." She took a sip of her wine. "I used to be the same way. Then I realized that perfection is an illusion. The best you can do is show up and try your best. The rest is out of your control." "That's very philosophical." "I read it on a yoga mat."

I said, my voice shaking with anger. Feeling overwhelmed, I started walking toward the door, desperate to get away. But then a thought hit me. “You say you want a perfect life with someone else? After treating me like this, do you really think I’ll ever trust another guy? Let me remind you—perfection doesn’t exist. Everyone has flaws. Imperfections are what make us human. You’re chasing something you’ll never have, Marco. You’re not perfect, and you never will be. No one is. Think about that.”

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.

“No matter how Impossible, Unattainable, or Unimaginable something may seem. If it's meant to be, it will be.” *********************** "We had an expiration date. We both knew it but didn't want to acknowledgment it. This wasn't meant to work out. The worst part is...you are perfect! You are everything a girl could ever ask for; smart, kind, funny, sweet, hot, nice to everyone. You are the whole package. I don't....I don't fit with you."

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.