Your Imperfections Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had such a hard time at keeping my face straight and not squealing like a fangirl at that time. I will never tell you that I knew about how you tried to propose to me. I know how important it was for you to propose in a perfect way. But Jonathan do remember that if I say yes it will be to you and not to the way you propose to me. It won’t matter to me if you slide a metal band on my finger with a simple ‘Will you marry me?’ It is the emotion that counts. I will always say ‘yes’ to you. I would have said yes even if I had found that ring in my glass. You always try to make everything perfect but Jonathan if everything is always perfect in our lives it will become monotonous. It is little im

But why don't they try to adapt the beauty of that unrealistic approach in their own lives to make even their real lives beautiful? After all, it wasn't an unknown fact that perfection was just a relative word; it's your imperfections that teach you to rise and love because you get to know your individual self but sadly, no one wants to know themselves, all they want to know is the perfect someone which doesn't exist in its entirety but rarely in its own imperfect state.

Even her body and all over. "You know what I'll say if your Father was here and he called this work imperfect?" He asked, gaze fixed on the board. "What?" "If all we ever look for are the flaws of man, we never would have found the word "beauty". He is forgetting one thing. The imperfection of humans is what makes humans. I know this artwork is nothing close to reality but to the ones who can relate it to their lives," he paused. "to their dreams, they know that it is the perfect handwork in existence."

I added, and he looked at me confused. “We see many people in our life who are perfect and imperfect as per our list, we have in our mind about perfections and imperfections. Just because one person is the perfect doesn’t mean that he is perfect as a partner to any person too. So Raj is the perfect guy I can ever know which you too accept, but he is not perfect for me.” I said explaining everything. He nodded after a few minutes and said, “You need not resign and my asking you to do that is my stupidity.”

How can someone like me, with so many flaws and making so many mistakes, have powerful beings declaring their love for me? "Hope, you are perfect in your imperfection." Kaiden's voice echoed, as he traced the design of the rose bushes on my face, down to the curve of my neck. "I'm not talking about your physical scars... You who always say you wish you were born human so you could have the power to choose your path... But you're perfect, you have as many flaws as any human I've ever met. Between powers and struggles beyond comprehension, you still care for those you love, cry for them, despair..."

"She'll get used to your presence later. I'm sure of that." "Do I not deserve to be called Harriet's father?" "Of course you deserve it. You're the only one who deserves to be the father of a daughter as adorable as her." Sean smiled faintly. "Yeah, she's adorable and pretty. Harriet looks like you." I rested my head on Sean's shoulder and took one of his arms for a hug. Sean's fingers gripped mine tightly. "I'm not a perfect mother either, Sean. I made a lot of mistakes when I raised Harriet. We all have our flaws. So don't ever say that you don't deserve to be Harriet's father."

In truth, he had succumbed to slumber before I did, his body seeking respite from the day's trials and tribulations. As I traced the contours of his face with gentle fingertips, I couldn't help but reflect on the events that had led us to this moment. His features, though not flawless, held a certain allure that I found irresistibly captivating. Each imperfection told a story, a testament to the complexities of human existence and the beauty that lay within its intricacies. For all his flaws, he was perfect in his own right, a reminder that perfection was but a fleeting illusion in a world fraught with imperfection.

he corrected. “Fine,” I said. “Then I choose you. Again. Knowing how grumpy you are without tea. Knowing how you still flinch when someone drops a tray. Knowing how you’d throw yourself in front of a blade for anyone in this pack and pretend you’re fine afterward.” He swallowed. His hands trembled, the slightest bit. “We are not perfect,” I said. “We are not fixed. We probably never will be. But I still choose you. Every stupid, painful, ordinary day.”

"That's the best line I've ever heard, Dave." "Is that all? I haven't heard your answer." He threw back what she had given him. And Anna laughed, realizing it was for her earlier demands. Same sentence. "Then okay. I may not be perfect. But if you're willing to accept my imperfections, then I'll be fine. And so am I. I will try to accept your flaws." "You know I'm perfect." It was meant to be a joke. Luckily, she caught it that way. "Then I will accept all your perfection." She ended with a giggle at the thought of that felt funny. Perfection in imperfection or perfection is imperfection?

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.