Post-City Hunter depression. Withdrawal. Whatever I call it, it’s still rooted in the mere reality that there won’t be an episode of City Hunter next week, not the week after that - not ever.
Though I might not have watched every Korean drama there is, I still believe this one raised my standard by a mile - that’s not even an exaggeration. It changed the way I see dramas, really, no kidding. I’m just in awe about everything. Just, in awe. Beautiful story by Tsukasa Hojo, amazing acting by everyone, breathtaking cliffhangers, natural on-screen chemistry, effective music, brilliant screenplay writers, heart-wrenching twists, just… everything.
But, yes, we move on from one drama to the next. I just don’t think I’ll ever see anything as beautiful…
Honestly, I don’t know much about dating or falling in love or romance and such but, perhaps, it’s just something that you want to do, you want to spontaneously experience. It may not happen in a high school dance or in a perfect college love story adorned with falling autumb leaves and coffee and text books - or laptops. But it should, at some point in your otherwise dull life, happen… And, no, it’s probably not best served in an emotionless text message or a slightly blurred video conference. So you’d have to find it - or wait for it, whichever suits you better. In my case, I’d prefer waiting. I’m never the agressive type, anyway. But, maybe, that little he-swept-me-off-my-feet moment would drag me off my comfort zone for once, and I’d be discontent with silly text messages or suggestive smiles and I’d give my potential prince charming that one little push - just to get him over that bump in the road, or the last of his inhibitions. Maybe, it’ll work. And, just maybe, I’ll actually be swept off my feet.
Perhaps, everyday is a perfect day to fall in love. ^^
Really. Hopefully. Before the week ends, I’ll probably be reduced to puddles of my own tears and apprehensions. I feel a little bit of everything right now. It’ll get amplified as the week progresses, I’m sure. Not to mention, I have another fangirl as a roommate, I don’t even know what’s going to happen to the two of us.
I haven’t spazzed out like this since U-KISS’s Break Time. And that’s centuries ago.
i don’t know how to begin describing the experience of reading this book. it is a love story, yes, and i don’t really enjoy any all-out romance novels, but, this one is an exception. ;___; i just desperately wanted them to be together.. but there are far too many lives and lifetimes and they kept losing each other. and i’m just gonna sit here imagining a happy ending because i want to kick things when i read the last few pages. it’s good.