Who Said You Are Not Perfect Mga Nobela at Kwento

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."

"And you just... accepted?" "Hell no. I argued with her for hours. Told her all the reasons we wouldn't work, all the ways I'd disappoint her. And you know what she said?" He looked at me. "She said, 'I don't need you to be perfect. I need you to be present. To try. That's all any of us can ask.'" I wiped at my eyes. "That's a beautiful story." "It's a true story. And the point, child, is that love isn't about being perfect. It's about being willing to try despite your fears, despite your wounds, despite everything that tells you it's safer to walk away."

I don’t know how that could happen, but I never did, all of that because I was perfect. Malia looked at me with a look of disbelief, then said in a tone that was filled with pain for me. “No one is perfect, Alana. We all have our flaws, even them... especially them and we both know it.” I knew what she was referring to, but she wasn’t the one that lived with them. She doesn’t see how much they think that they’re flawless.

Miracles will do not happen often we need to capture them. "Oh come on! You're overreacting." he shook his head from left to right with a grin on his face. "Can I ask you something Amara!?" I just hummed while staring at the beautiful city. "Why are you trying to be perfect? For whom? Don't you think you're going to lose yourself while trying to be perfect for someone else?" My eyes flickered over to him at his words. And he continued with out taking his eyes off the city. "How can you expect someone else to respect you when you're the first one to look down on yourself? You're born to be real not perfect!"

He thinks for a while and says, "Have you eaten anything recently?" "No." I say sheepily. "Why?" He says with a little frustration. "I mean I had breakfast and I kind of want to lose weight before my birthday, so my schedule does not require another meal yet." I reply. "You don't need to change yourself. Ever. You are perfect the way you are If anybody doesn't sees that, they are fool for believing otherwise. "He says it like he means it. "I know but everybody just says that. Nobody means that." I complain.

She nodded "I know I'm the most horrible person in this world, but I'm so sorry I was not able to recognise you when I saw you. I should have apologize for everything I did. From our prom night to our marriage, for judging you for your imperfections when mine was piled up like a mountain. I love you Pearl, I can't live without you. I don't know how I survived those days without you. But at this point, just do whatever you want to. You're free to divorce me. I deserve it, I deserve everything you want to do. Just please, find a place in your heart to forgive me" ////////////////////////////////// Fly! not because you want to, but because you have to.—Penangel.

That question hit deeper than it should’ve. I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I looked at her for a long time, trying to figure out if this was Sera, the project I once saw her as, or Sera who now … slept in my room, wore my shirt, and that necklace I gave her. “All the time,” I finally said. “Then why not try to relax just a little?” “Because I can’t. I grew up believing perfect was the bare minimum.” She shifted and faced me. Her hand reached out, tracing my jawline, then my upper arm. “It’s okay not to be perfect all the time.”