Is it possible to be perfect?

It've always been a question, and the answer is no. Even for a person such as Fellipe— someone who should've been the perfect husband for you despite it was arranged, he's not perfect neither.

Yet his flaws indeed torn you apart, when you saw him kneeling over a painting of a lady that isn't you. His past lovers, whom have return back to God's side years ago.

"... Isabel..." he muttered, drawn by the sadness, unable to moved on from her.