An empty shell of yesteryear

Maybe I'm stating the oblivious here but, notwithstanding the dreamy quality and fairytale overtone, like many other Japanese creations, there is a much darker theme underneath, breathing with labor and screaming to get out. It's not so much about untainted youthful love as about that one disastrous desire that brings ruins to a man's entire life. It's a modern day "Great Expectation", a reiteration of the simple fact that happiness, unfortunately for most ppl, is not self-sustainable. Love in the end is but an agreement, no expiration date but terminable at will. And in the business of love there are plenty of Poison Pills but unfortunately no workable mechanism for a Hostile Takeover. True, what is love good for if it's not for that special someone. But here the story took a brief flight over the land of love and headed straight to the dark realm of obsession. The guy is stuck in his fantasy of a love that will stop at nothing, in a projection of that love onto a girl who used to wait for him all night in silently falling snow at a forlorn train station. But the girl has since then moved on in her life and left him with an empty shell of yesteryear. As Finnegan Bell said, "All my life, everything I do, I do it for you!" Courageous for sure, but also in more than one way, pathetic, creepy.

I like the girl who got over her crush over the guy by picking up surfing, when the chilly sea water washed all over her she realized there were other thrills in life, for which all you have to do is want it bad and try just as hard.