It’s not in my nature to write as much as a review about a movie because they feel like a passing wind. This movie made itself an exception.

I though it was only a bit sad, then… I was suddenly sobbing, and then… fell in love with the smile, then it continued being a happy time (no pun intended), but also consisted of constant crying. It was meaningful and beautiful.

It was raining on my cheeks, I swam rivers in my tears. It became more and more innocent and pitiful.

I like that they didn’t build a big false happiness, but kept it realistic, so I was able to (not necessarily accept it, but) move forward, but I still got hurt just as much.

I was drowning in those endless buckets of tears that were coming out of everywhere.

By the time the Epilogue came, my head was pulsing with the stifled sobbing.

I wanted to crawl down, bellow the window, instead of her, so that I cant see anything.
Because I would never want to see that regretful innocent fragile body in that shape.
I am glad this was a movie and not longer, or else I could end up in an infinity deep pit, because even though I have never been in a similar situation, I was able to empathize so badly.
My eyes are probably so puffy right now.

I won’t describe more because it hurts.
Yet, I feel like I wanna go through it again and read the book.

Their acting makes me wanna line up all of their works and watch them, but I’m skeptical about finding something as good as this.
The music was so subtle, in the right place.
Now weeks have passed and the images are still vivid in my head from watching it once.