I don't need perfect

I don't need perfect

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I looked at my daughter with nothing but love and adoration. As I look into her eyes all the pain was worth it, all my worries fade away knowing that even though my life was a complete mess one good thing came out of it.Looking at my baby, my heart clench, how could I ever let her go? I don't care what happens to me but as long as I live my baby is never going to get hurt. Looking at her and realizing that this beautiful little girl is here because of one of the best mistakes I've ever made. For me perfection is a myth, I never ask for something, someone to be perfect, staring at my baby she smiled and giggle and at that moment that I knew I was wrong. She was perfect to me. I can't help but reminisce about the night it all started, the night of the party. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- " It just... I don't get it " he said, you could hear the frustration in his voice. " Don't get what? There nothing to get ." I screamed back. " Why do you like me? Just tell me this. Please, because It doesn't make much sense " He whispers.You could tell by the look on his face he is embarrassed. I couldn't help but smile to myself because the famous football player "Jay" was embarrassed because of me. Seeing the effect I have on him gave me hope that there a chance he might like me back. " I like you because of your smile, the stupid little comments you make, Because of every little conversation we've had they might not seem like much to you but they mean the world to me, " As I said each word I took one step forward walking towards him . Until our faces were inches apart . "I mean yeah, there other guys out there that would be better, like Chris but the thing is I don't need perfect, I just need you. Perfection is a lie and you flaws just make me love you even more. " i said as I stood on my tiptoes and placed my lips on his .
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This story is y/n (you) falls in love with a football player (an oc of mine). More info: Y/N is a 16 going on 17 year old female, in her Junior year of high school. It's her first day at a new school, a random person Airdropped her something and they begin to chat. This mystery guy is 17 and also his Junior year and is a football player. She knows nothing about him so she's determined to learn more. What she finds out shocks her completely. Preview: "Y/n! Come on let's go!" "Yeah! You are going to make us late!" "God! I'm coming I'm coming! I just needed to grab something." I said walking out to them. "Is that a book?" "Yeah- I really need to know what happens! I'm almost done with it, once I finish I'll watch the game don't worry." I assured the two of them. "Okay want ever you say." We left to go to the game finding a close-to-the-front seat. The three of us sat, we already bought some drinks and snacks. The game soon started and I began to read. "Player down!" Someone yelled as they ran a crossed the field. My head snapped up to get a look and I saw number 22 sitting up with one leg bent and the other laying on the ground. He seamed calm. "Alright, let's get you up," some one said kneeing next to number 22. "No no, I'm fine. Help them, they may be out, he is not responding to me." 22 insisted. Once the others heard this they ran to the other person, 85 from the other team. 22 glanced at the bleachers, briefly making eye contact with me, he then quickly looked back, almost as if doing a double take. He held the eye contact this time, I gave him a small smile and he gave me a sweet smile. "He smiled at you!" "It was just a smile," I said going back to my book. "You have a crush." "You definitely do, but we won't say anything, yet." I rolled my eyes at both of them. They were right, no, maybe. He was cute, the way his hair fell, and how he put the other player before himself. I thought it was cute.

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