I don't know why this was rated so low, I think it was perfectly wretched and beautiful. Or maybe I think it was just tiring to see depictions of love being too unrealistically perfect in today's media that it sets high standards for the most of us.
In reality, sometimes love is just outright terrifying. You don't know what to do. You make terrible mistakes. You hurt each other. Blatantly toxic and grotesque. But the love perseveres in spite of everything.
What stood out to me the most was the scene where Jiwoo didn't get mad when Eunsung slept with the other guy, but he got batshit crazy when Eunsung drew the guy he slept with.
It made me think of the instance when it took so, so, so long for Jiwoo to draw Eunsung, but he kept drawing the cactus "Silver" that was an extension of Eunsung's persona. I wonder what he thought of it, did he not want to come terms with truly liking Eunsung? That drawing him would make everything he feels about him real?
Jiwoo slept with everyone like it's nothing, so he probably thought that Eunsung sleeping with another guy was nothing too. But drawing someone is something. It takes time and familiarity. The kind of patience that you have to keep going even if you don't do their facial features justice.
I can't stop thinking how much inner turmoil it took for him to be able to draw Eunsung and accept that he loves him. I can't stop thinking that maybe that's what made Jiwoo furious when he saw Eunsung draw another guy he met for a couple of weeks like it was nothing. Or the fact that Jiwoo was the one who taught him how to draw, but he used that gift for someone else. But I guess we'll never know. You really can't love someone without changing them, either for better or for worst.
Honestly, I'm probably just jealous of them. I want to love someone in spite of their flaws too, and not run away when they bare their fangs at me. Just loving someone for the sake of loving them with no constraints.
Anyway, great story! Not perfect, but Eunsung reminded me too much of myself.
I don't know why this was rated so low, I think it was perfectly wretched and beautiful. Or maybe I think it was just tiring to see depictions of love being too unrealistically perfect in today's media that it sets high standards for the most of us.
In reality, sometimes love is just outright terrifying. You don't know what to do. You make terrible mistakes. You hurt each other. Blatantly toxic and grotesque. But the love perseveres in spite of everything.
What stood out to me the most was the scene where Jiwoo didn't get mad when Eunsung slept with the other guy, but he got batshit crazy when Eunsung drew the guy he slept with.
It made me think of the instance when it took so, so, so long for Jiwoo to draw Eunsung, but he kept drawing the cactus "Silver" that was an extension of Eunsung's persona. I wonder what he thought of it, did he not want to come terms with truly liking Eunsung? That drawing him would make everything he feels about him real?
Jiwoo slept with everyone like it's nothing, so he probably thought that Eunsung sleeping with another guy was nothing too. But drawing someone is something. It takes time and familiarity. The kind of patience that you have to keep going even if you don't do their facial features justice.
I can't stop thinking how much inner turmoil it took for him to be able to draw Eunsung and accept that he loves him. I can't stop thinking that maybe that's what made Jiwoo furious when he saw Eunsung draw another guy he met for a couple of weeks like it was nothing. Or the fact that Jiwoo was the one who taught him how to draw, but he used that gift for someone else. But I guess we'll never know. You really can't love someone without changing them, either for better or for worst.
Honestly, I'm probably just jealous of them. I want to love someone in spite of their flaws too, and not run away when they bare their fangs at me. Just loving someone for the sake of loving them with no constraints.
Anyway, great story! Not perfect, but Eunsung reminded me too much of myself.