Each week I found myself getting so wrapped up in the warmth and genuine devotion of these love stories, finding myself getting lost in the small, quiet moments where everything the characters felt was being conveyed simply through eye contact or expressions, and feeling my heart either beating faster or breaking a little with each declaration of love, or display of affection, and now that its over, my heart aches a little in its absence.
This series has received more than its fair share of criticisms, primarily for its pacing or its characterisation, and whilst I understand those criticisms to a very small degree, I think a show that gives itself room to breathe is something that should be celebrated. I felt that I could live in each moment with these characters, that I could imagine every thought running through their heads, and those moments of silence made my heart soar, simply because they felt real.
This is less of a review and more of my personal love letter to Until We Meet Again, because I am so thankful that this show exists, and thankful to each and every cast and crew member that put their all in to bringing something so beautiful and heartfelt to our screens. Please, give this show a chance.
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