Novel & Cerita Who Said You Are Not Perfect

“You can’t un-do what you said any more than you can un-do sleeping with half the squad.” Well that fucking stings. Where is this even coming from? I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “Because you’re perfect, right? You never say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing.” The words taste bitter as they leave my mouth. “Well guess what? I’m not perfect. Never have been, never claimed to be. Do you know how hard it is to try to be the guy you deserve when you’re so fucking perfect? How the fuck am I ever supposed to measure up?”

"I don't know others, don't I know myself? We will always be together. If I say I won't break up, I will never break up." "Then you are not afraid that you can't stand my little temper in the future?" "If you choose your own, don't bear it? If you can't bear it, cover up." Amy frowned: "You... are you a compliment or a sarcasm? Everyone will say that the person I chose has no petty temper or bad habits." "No one is perfect. If he is really perfect, he can still be regarded as a person?" Amy sighed and became a stiff old uncle again.

No sane person would say this about himself. "You are not!"

"Even his body isn’t perfect. Filled with scars and wounds." His words were gentle. Too gentle. I gulped as my gaze fixed on my knees, the fabric of my pants blurred beneath the weight of my thoughts. It’s okay. It’s okay. "Being perfect doesn’t mean it has to be flawless. Perfection is a shattered mirror—broken in places, but still reflecting a flawless image if you know where to stand." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "So, please don’t talk like this about Ace," I added, my voice quieter, my stare still locked onto my trembling knees.

His statement made me look at him with admiration and my respect for him skyrocketed. "Alpha Vicker, you seem to be a perfect man," I said smiling shyly. He roared into laughter as I began to chuckle. "I'm not perfect. I'm far from being perfect and I don't think any mortal being is perfect. I'm just a mere mortal with flaws and I must say that I have made many mistakes in my life just like everyone else. Nonetheless, I do the utmost to be the best version of myself," he said with a chuckle.

You aren’t perfect and you never will be. I certainly am not, and I’ve learned to be OK with that. Sure, keep trying to improve, but don’t think you’ll ever be the “perfect person”. If you look at it in a different way, that imperfection is what makes you who you are, you already are perfect. Don’t knock others down. Sometimes we try to criticize others just to make ourselves look or feel better,being bullies and all... I'm raising my hand up high,I am one at times but I can control and contain myself after a while, I'm being honest with myself too.😂

She stepped out and looked around, squinting as she took in her environment before putting on her shades. "You are perfect, Scar," I said. She turned to look at me, her perfectly carved brow up in askance. "You think? Perfection doesn't exist, Finn. It's just a social construct and sadly, we have all fallen into the trap. We do a lot of things just to stay perfect when we could just be ourselves. Imperfect," She was a smart woman. Heartfelt. That was perfect enough for me. She wasn't empty. She had a soul. A beautiful soul and that was perfect to me.

"I want everything to be perfect," "Perfection is overrated," "You'd say that, but you're already perfect." Lucas said nothing about that. Instead, he walked to his little brother and ruffled his hair. Lior frowned at it. He had spent so long making it rest back, causing Lucas to chuckle and say softly, "No one is perfect, Lior, and I know I don't count, but whoever your Mate is, would love you for who you are. Flaws and all. So don't worry, everything would be fine."

He began to speak again, his voice quieter now but still clear enough for everyone to hear. “I called this piece Perfection,” he said. “Not because the woman in it is flawless, but because she represents something perfect to me. Something rare. She’s strong, but gentle. She’s been through things, yet she still carries light. To me, she is perfection — not in the way the world defines it, but in the way she exists. She doesn’t have to try. She simply is.” I felt my eyes start to sting.

he said, using quotation marks to indicate that he was quoting someone else's opinion, "but trust me, my sandwiches are out of the world." Andrea, who was about to take a bite, froze in her movement. She was taken aback by his words; even lame was an understatement when it came to his culinary skills. The saying "nobody is perfect" perfectly describes Sean in this case. While he excelled in other areas, such as managing a multi-billion-dollar business, being a good father to Ruby and Pearl, and satisfying his partner's intimate needs, there were still flaws. She hesitated to eat the sandwich again, as she didn't want to risk food poisoning for the second time. She set it down and smiled at S