Round glare confined in darkness on a clear night. Clouds shielding, moon promulgates a gentler illumine across the vast, where a clear heart guards below.
Through lies that seems like the Truth…and truths taken as lies, I have shoujofluff stock characters essayed in the grayscale harsher normal light…and shadows in this episode, down from the pedestal, of a novel angle quite remote from the moon and clouds, but down closer to earth.
13, 14, these two episodes make me cry sooooo good it is to me what I could visual watching cutest puppies masterfully peeling onions layer by layer most beautifully, evoking lucid, languid, flourishing poetry. I will remember, 1314, 一生一世 life on earth. Forever.
They got married.
This is shaping up to be my best written…drama of 2016.
The breathtaking meticulous focus to cohesiveness, I could not find a flaw and trust me I desperately want to because I could not love this more. The story is flowing, yes predictably, but along with it sensibly, steadily, purposefully it is comforting and satisfying when we have forgotten the anticipation, that sweetness of sitting back and enjoying the finesse of a story unfolding at all the right beats so understandable, thus maddeningly relatable. It does not even stray a hair of earnest control falling into pitfalls of sensationalized dramatics, which even as brilliant a writer as WriterNoh is in my mind, did not escape, however inconsequential in her latest back to form Dear My Friends. Every seemingly trivial scene, any character building block, are versing, conversing and contributing in some greater poetry in composition we may not be aware till its poignant exposition, but never a scene too soon wasting any line, nor a drop less of impact. I have no use for pleasant surprise, twists and turns when they are in the way of rhyme and reason. Rhyming to this level of beautiful precision, with this passionate attention to every detail thinkable (and much appreciated) but more often beyond my imagination, keeping up this uncalled for quality for every character, every scene, and now 12 episodes and counting…for a genre unnecessary delivering a hit…I had never kissed any cutest thing turning into such perfect prince.
To think this could outshine itself with a lift of a hand.
To think I was still sure I am watching some weightless sweet puff of cotton candy cute.
Cloud nine it is. Here I am. I am not worthy.