Perfectly Imperfect

by Harper Sloan

Lie. Big freaking lie. “What can I do? I can start a small fire in the break room? We could be out of here before you ever saw her face. Run off to Mexico? Drink those yummy tropical drinks until we pass out in a drunken stupor?”

Cam begrudgingly nods but doesn’t reply. I hear him turn up the book he had been listening to before I jumped in the car earlier this morning. Normally, I don’t give a shit what he’s listening to, but he’s been on a romance kick lately and he knows I’ll get pissed if I start getting into a book only to have to stop. Those romance books get me hooked every time. Call me a pussy—but there’s nothing wrong with a man who enjoys a good romance book.

This connection between us is even more powerful than I could have imagined, and now that I have her in my arms, nothing will stop me from making her mine.

“Kane, Kirby. I’ve told you already, please call me Kane.” “Kane it is, then,” she smirks. “Busy day exploding ovaries?”

life isn’t what others want for you, but what you want for yourself. Strength in the face of weakness.”

There isn’t beauty in perfection. It’s as fake as the image the word projects. Beauty is found in imperfection, Willow, because to admit you’re not perfect means you’re admitting you’re not whole and absolute. When I think of myself, I see someone willing to admit he’s as far from complete as it gets because, in order to get to that perfection, I need to find the other part of me who will make my life better. To take all the faults I have and fill them, and only then will I be there. You see, the way I see it, the only way to become perfect is to find that perfectly imperfect person who brings it out of you.”

I can see the same intensity I’m feeling reflected in her stare, and I know that what we’re both feeling goes beyond the love we’ve developed. This is more than just coming together physically. This was our souls devouring any space left between them to become one. To fuse together in a bond that will never be broken.