You Were Born To Be Real Not To Be Perfect นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

I nod my head and start getting ready. I have known sadness, grief, and guilt. But losing someone. Never. The makeup lays bare in front of me. My fingers stop over the concealer. But they don't hold it. As if, telling me to lay all my emotions naked. Being perfect is a standard I have always gone for. Today I would change it. I would show the imperfections. Because they are the ones that make me more alive.

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.”

"I don't like guys who are too perfect. I like guys who are real, who are genuine, and who are humble." Mino's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "I see," he said, his voice low and husky. "Well, I think I can safely say that I'm not perfect. I have my flaws, my weaknesses, and my imperfections. But I'm working on being a better person, on being more genuine, more humble, and more real." Adelaide raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Really?" she said, her voice dripping with doubt. "I find that hard to believe."

TSA*, I'm ready for inspection Sh-sh-show me how you make a first impression Oh, oh Can we take it nice and slow, slow Break it down and drop it low, low 'Cause I just wanna party all night in the neon lights 'til you can't let me go I just wanna feel your body right next to mine All night long Baby, slow down the song And when it's coming closer to the end hit "Rewind" All night long Baby, slow down the song Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, baby, slow down the song Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, baby, slow down the song...... Uhhhhhhhh.........!!!!!Damn my alarm. It's just 4 am why the hell I've to wake up so early uh? Yeah right I've a surgery to attend. My alarms' still going on,but I don't wanna stop it becau

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

"I never claimed to be perfect. Never said I was pure. Never declared myself absolute good. Others may believe that. Others may worship that. Others may claim that. But I know the truth. I am flawed. I am imperfect. I am capable of harm. Even while trying to love. Even while trying to help. Even while trying to save. I can be both. Can be love that sometimes harms. Can be good that sometimes does wrong. Can be hope that sometimes violates. Because I am complex. Because I am real. Because I am a being who exists, who chooses, who acts. And actions have consequences. Choices have results. Existence includes mistakes. I am not perfect. I am simply trying. Trying to love. Trying to help. Trying

I kept it at the back of my mind. Then the text from Aria the night of the gala. He's everything, Jordan. That “everything” bothered me. Perfect is not a word that applied to people who were actually real. Real people were specific. They had things that were good, things that needed work, histories that were complicated and patterns that repeated. Nobody who was real was everything. Everything was what you said about someone when you hadn't found the edges yet or when you'd found them and chosen not to look directly.

“ Baz, I know you must feel like you need to be perfect, as if you can only count if you are, but listen to me, you don't have to be perfect, you don't need to be perfect. No one is. You just need to be your true self. Growing up for you must've been really hard, but if you were strong enough to stand up to your parents about your sexuality, then you're equally strong enough to stand up to their mindset which has been implanted in you”, I said to him as I held him.

Who I'd stay being. Imperfect. Tired. Scared. Human. Real.