Your Imperfections Novels & Stories

I chuckled nervously. He smiled subtly and looked into my eyes, “there’s something wrong with everyone in this world, princess, but that doesn’t make them any less of a person. Having flaws is better than being fake. No one is perfect and they don’t have to be perfect. I find the imperfections about a person more attractive than their whitewashed version of themselves.” “Really?” “Yeah, you see. We say we need to find a mate or a soulmate to complete us. Why do you think fantasies like this exist? Why do you think we feel incomplete in the first place?”

Michael was surprised as well, “she said it to you too?” “Yes,” she chuckled. “Well, that means I won’t have to explain it then.” “Yeah, you don’t have to.” Michael gave a curt nod, “good,” he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, “anyway, the thing is, I have already been considering it and after listening to that rose example, I figured we can never be perfect, but we can learn to live with each other’s imperfection, thereby making ourselves perfect. But when I look at you Sasha, your imperfection is what makes you unique, is what makes you perfect. And I know that I will die if I don’t get to be with that imperfection. No one has to change for anybody, we just have to learn to be wi

“What do you see? Because all I see right now is emptiness.” “Put enough imperfections together and, eventually, you will achieve perfection. But even then, perfection is all about perspective. Maybe you and Ivan and your imperfections will make the kind of perfect you both need.” She cupped my cheeks and kissed the top of my head. “Sit here, drink wine, and I will go and call my pain-in-the-arse twin to make sure he’s not taking a hammer to a door or something.”

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

he murmured while embracing his arms around her waist under the shirt she wore and playing with the edge of her thin underwear. "I won't forget that look on her face when she saw the smoky kitchen. She's always good in showing the disappointment on her face and making me feel bad in an instant. I cried that night. But then, she told me it was alright..People make mistakes and I'm not perfect." "You are." "No, I'm not," she disagreed although a pink tinge colored her cheeks. "You make me feel pretty..But it doesn't mean I'm perfect." "Your imperfections make you perfect to my eyes, Kitten," he said. "Not the other way around."

I was at another climax, my walls held him tighter, my back arch and my body trembled as I released on him inside of me, making it much easier for his thrusting penis, but he had released as well. He fell on the side of me, panting. "You're everything and more." He kissed my forehead and I rested on his chest, listening to his beating heart. "That was so incredible," I complimented. "Because you're incredible. We make such a beautiful match." "You'll soon hate me though." "Emily, I'll never hate you." "Yes you will. When the baby is born you'll hate us both." "How can I hate my son or daughter and my future wife?"

grumbled Markonah. "Pffft, slaves are still slaves! Just a little makeup, your confidence level is already exorbitant," Udin sneered in a high tone. Tukijo pursed his lips. His head was boiling like it was about to explode. But suddenly his sister's words echoed in his mind, "Hold on! Don't let yourself get one hit!" Then Tukijo restrained himself. He took a deep breath and then exhaled. "Patience ... patience ...." he muttered, rubbing his chest.

"And thanks for the compliment." I rolled my eyes at the last sentence. Only he would take an insult as a compliment. "Imperfection is beautiful." I whispered. "If we don't make mistakes, how will we know what is right and what is wrong? Mistakes just bring us one step closer to being more awesome." He snorted. "You stop making mistakes then. You already are pretty darn awesome." I let out a low laugh. "I know right? I am mega awesome." There was a lapse of comfortable silence, until he said "You have changed, a bit." Quickly he added. "In a good way."

And most of all he told me that he loved imperfections, Imperfections are what make us human, because no one can ever be so perfect. The flaws, the ridges, that’s our humanity. I could never be a low hanging fruit to him. It scared me, and what scared me the most was the fact the he invited me to prom night. That was going to be the biggest news of the century, so big, the chief and king of bullies wouldn’t be able to breathe once he heard of it. The best revenge was always to be happy, to love yourself and to focus on the bright side of you, the highs and lows.