Cause Im Not Perfect Novels & Stories

I am not one to be thrilled with the pressures of Model Perfect. “I can’t, Tanya. I can’t waltz back in there and become something I am not. I just don’t have it in me to do this again. Thanks for the compliment, but there really is no reason for me to stay with this company anymore. There are other reason for me to leave, but those are personal. I’d prefer not to share those with you at this time.”

Because no matter how hard I resist it, Nazar woke up the desire inside me to love and be loved. “We’re not perfect, and that’s what makes us special,” the man says, taking my face in his hands and looking directly into my eyes. “Honestly, I’m glad the truth about us came out, and that it turned out this… imperfect. Because with the version of Ann I imagined at first, I was holding myself back like crazy. I wasn’t being myself. I kept trying to seem better than I really am.

“I don’t know. It’s just been… a long week.” He waited. He always did. That patience made everything harder, somehow. I wanted him to sweep me up, kiss me stupid, distract me from myself. But he just stood there, letting me fill the silence. “I feel like I’m always trying to be perfect,” I blurted, the words tumbling out before I could call them back. “With school, with my parents, with you. If I slip up—if I let everyone see I’m not as together as I pretend to be—it’ll all fall apart.”

Stopped him dead in his tracks. "No. I am not perfect and that is my point. You will put me on a pedestal. You will raise me up incredibly high and I won't ever be able to reach that image. Over time you will start to resent me. Hate me for who I truly am. I can't be this for you." "But-" "I'm sorry."

Do I lack something? “No baby, you’re perfect the way you are. You’re perfect. You’re perfect and you don’t need to change anything about you.” I heard the person say and looked up to see who it was. The person who couldn’t see how imperfect I am. Who couldn’t see how torn I am. I had to be broken somewhere and that’s why I can’t hold a relationship.

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

"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

Xander teased moving my head away from his torso. I blushed furiously, looking down I hid my red cheeks. How idiot Iris. You were not supposed to say that. "You don't need to know anything about me. Except..." He stopped looking into my eyes. "Except?" I urged frowning with confusion. "That you don't need to be perfect, as I love finding perfection in your imperfection. And more than that always remember angel, that, you are not born to be perfect, you are born to be you.

She remarked and i suddenly remembered the quote of grandma. Whenever she came around, she always had these answers on the tip of tongue. And mother leant those. “Honey, i’m not perfect. No one in this entire world is. If not there wouldn’t even be christianity. The whole journey is to be like Christ and-“ She paused like in a moment of self reflection. “I might have failed already because i have to meet certain things-” “Do you take candy too?” I innocently asked. * NOW “Why can’t he se me the trying?” I asked. “The fact that almost everyone, that i am trying to be a better person but then i think that He just look asides the fact that i’m gay” I whispered, weight behind my throat as Mabel