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I finally finished Honey & Clover. Both seasons. Not many people will probably understand the significance of this, but it's a big deal for me.
I set it aside for a long time because the pain I felt watching it became too personal. But as I mentioned recently, I felt ready to pick it up again. It was... a bit of an emotional rush. I was a bit disappointed in the second season as it seemed to lack some of the humor which balanced out the first one. Since it was also half as many episodes as the first season, it came across as unnecessarily melodramatic, especially the episodes involving Morita's past. But I forgave it in an instant watching Takemoto on the train in the last episode.
Maybe it's just me but it just seemed to bring the series full circle as I thought about the scene in episode 8 of the first season, with Yamada contemplating her feelings for Mayama (which I also posted about last summer).
I wonder how you're supposed to give up... Do I just decide to give up and act accordingly? And move further and further away from what my heart really wants? Then will I forget everything someday? The scent of his brown hair, his cold ear, the warmth of his back... Everything, including this pain in my heart? Everything? Without a trace.. as if nothing was there to begin with?
She's hopelessly in love with someone who is also one of her closest friends. And even though they both know that nothing will come of that love, she can't seem to let go of it. There's even a scene in the second series where she worries that trying to be happy again will somehow trivialize the strength of the feelings she had for him. As though she was supposed to grieve over it forever. As though that would be enough.
And then there's Takemoto, who is also in a one-sided love. But he really grows up by the end of the first season so that he is able to accept that his love isn't returned. Not only that, but that the love he has for Hagu was not meaningless as long as it meant something to him.
I'd been thinking... I'd been wondering all this time... ...whether there's any meaning to a failed love. Is something that will disappear the same as something that never existed? Now I know. There is a meaning. There was a meaning. Right here...Hagu-chan... I'm so... I'm so glad... That I fell in love with you.
I love how there are no neat and tidy endings for anyone in the series. There are no happy couples or perfect romances. There are just people living their lives. To quote Shmendrick the Magician, "There are no happy endings... because nothing ends." Life just sort of goes on for everyone. The way it should. The way it will for me.
I set it aside for a long time because the pain I felt watching it became too personal. But as I mentioned recently, I felt ready to pick it up again. It was... a bit of an emotional rush. I was a bit disappointed in the second season as it seemed to lack some of the humor which balanced out the first one. Since it was also half as many episodes as the first season, it came across as unnecessarily melodramatic, especially the episodes involving Morita's past. But I forgave it in an instant watching Takemoto on the train in the last episode.
Maybe it's just me but it just seemed to bring the series full circle as I thought about the scene in episode 8 of the first season, with Yamada contemplating her feelings for Mayama (which I also posted about last summer).
I wonder how you're supposed to give up... Do I just decide to give up and act accordingly? And move further and further away from what my heart really wants? Then will I forget everything someday? The scent of his brown hair, his cold ear, the warmth of his back... Everything, including this pain in my heart? Everything? Without a trace.. as if nothing was there to begin with?
She's hopelessly in love with someone who is also one of her closest friends. And even though they both know that nothing will come of that love, she can't seem to let go of it. There's even a scene in the second series where she worries that trying to be happy again will somehow trivialize the strength of the feelings she had for him. As though she was supposed to grieve over it forever. As though that would be enough.
And then there's Takemoto, who is also in a one-sided love. But he really grows up by the end of the first season so that he is able to accept that his love isn't returned. Not only that, but that the love he has for Hagu was not meaningless as long as it meant something to him.
I'd been thinking... I'd been wondering all this time... ...whether there's any meaning to a failed love. Is something that will disappear the same as something that never existed? Now I know. There is a meaning. There was a meaning. Right here...Hagu-chan... I'm so... I'm so glad... That I fell in love with you.
I love how there are no neat and tidy endings for anyone in the series. There are no happy couples or perfect romances. There are just people living their lives. To quote Shmendrick the Magician, "There are no happy endings... because nothing ends." Life just sort of goes on for everyone. The way it should. The way it will for me.