Teenager stories are silly, but touching.

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We, grown-ups, seems to be stubbornly convinced that young adult stories are stupid, and only teenagers themselves will be silly enough to fall in love with this kind of "so-called" romantic novels.
For that we already knew the transitory characteristic of love. We understand it, crystal clear, right from the beginning of the film that their love story might not even live through the winter, they are not going to survive the long distance after high school, not to mention that the post-traumatic stress our heroine must deal with as long as she wake up after the car accident(, though this is the story in its sequel 'Where She Went'). We know that, time itself might bring an end to the relationship between this young man and this young woman.

But, is it not the most beautiful part of every teenager love story, or of puberty? What make those young children, those teenager boys and girls so attracting is that they take their pure love, their approaching departure, their breakup as this important that their hearts are tortured by whips for thousands of times. The pain is all that matters, that hurts, that suffocates, and they think they will never get through this. They struggle, they quarrel, they cry, they reconcile with each other, as love and pain remains the only theme of their adolescence.

They do not know now, but they will understand it one day, that all these love and pain, joy and suffering will become a memory with bitter sweets or even a memory with no colour, a memory that brings back no sensation. However, this never counteract the real experience they are right now undergoing. All these hurts, all these emotions, all these tears are once so real, that almost break their hearts or already broke them. They live in drama, not because they are affected, but their lives are filled with dramatic conflicts.

Not until the puberty ends, along with the death of drama, will these whole true life-play come to a termination.
Then, teenage love, which is so void but sincere, dies alongside with it.