What's perfect, what's not?
What's appropriate, what's not?

A 90-year-old old boy is asked on a deathbed:
“You've never been married, but you've never said why. Now, before you die, you could satisfy the curiosity of your friends and acquaintances and betray your secret?”
“Yes, I have a secret,” says the dying man.
'I've never opposed marriage, but I was looking for an ideal woman. And under the star of this search, my life passed —”
“But couldn't you really find your ideal in our great world, among the billions of women?!”
“No, I did find one,” he says, fighting tears.
“But what happened? Why didn't you get married?”
“Because she was looking for an ideal man —”

And if we find him or her sometimes, are we able to hold him?
Love is the same.