He looked through his kitchen window and found her standing on her balcony, the morning sunlight glittering off her skin like it was made of gold. Her hair fell effortlessly down her shoulders like beautiful waterfalls. She was to him like a goddess carved by the hands of a greater god. Two months later she was lying by his side, covered with nothing but a thin cotton bedsheet. He wondered within him how he had fallen so deep, how something that felt so good, so perfect, so wonderful, could be so damn wrong! In his hand were two choices: to do that which was right to the world but a great disfavor to himself or to go with his heart and risk the anger, condemnation and wrath of the world. It was an inscrutable dilemma...it is an imperfect love story.