Words make up stories, lines convey meanings, and the voice behind these elements evoke human emotions that may seem unfamiliar yet deep rooted within our psychic, addictive love, a kind of love that is forbidden, powerful yet render the lovers powerless to resist, too seductive to the point of long painful guilt that lingers on for a life time. A young growing boy with enormous sexual fantasy and curiosity, a woman who yearns for affection and attention, the words between those lines leaping right out of those pages bring them closer and closer together each time they meet in secrecy, explode into endless physical
pleasures, along the way spells disaster in the making almost immediately. How could that have lasted? Wishful thinking, yet it somehow did. Those recordings, his voice over and over again, repeatedly recorded for her, her undying desire to communicate, to learn new words, in reading and writing, making it even harder for her to face the harsh bite of reality when they finally met after so many years of separation. She is believable, he is adorable, but grows up to be a man who does not 
even have the courage to face their love, shameful almost to admit their affair, not only until the very end, but that was not even enough for her. It was too late. Where has all the love gone? Or was there any in the first place? A clever film disguised within an awkward "love story" to bring forth a glimpse of a chapter of the unspeakable history. Crushed it may seem for her, I was devastated by the truth of things, the harsh truth about the matters of 
the HEART...we are but facade, hiding behind the different masks that we created along our life time, all the while, at times, not even revealing our true feelings to the ones whom we love most or loved us most. We have come to accept for unconsciously, we have become one with the seemingly true self we allow ourselves to believe...undeniably tragic.
Words make up stories, lines convey meanings, and the voice behind these elements evoke human emotions that may seem unfamiliar yet deep rooted within our psychic, addictive love, a kind of love that is forbidden, powerful yet render the lovers powerless to resist, too seductive to the point of long painful guilt that lingers on for a life time. A young growing boy with enormous sexual fantasy and curiosity, a woman who yearns for affection and attention, the words between those lines leaping right out of those pages bring them closer and closer together each time they meet in secrecy, explode into endless physical
pleasures, along the way spells disaster in the making almost immediately. How could that have lasted? Wishful thinking, yet it somehow did. Those recordings, his voice over and over again, repeatedly recorded for her, her undying desire to communicate, to learn new words, in reading and writing, making it even harder for her to face the harsh bite of reality when they finally met after so many years of separation. She is believable, he is adorable, but grows up to be a man who does not 
even have the courage to face their love, shameful almost to admit their affair, not only until the very end, but that was not even enough for her. It was too late. Where has all the love gone? Or was there any in the first place? A clever film disguised within an awkward "love story" to bring forth a glimpse of a chapter of the unspeakable history. Crushed it may seem for her, I was devastated by the truth of things, the harsh truth about the matters of 
the HEART...we are but facade, hiding behind the different masks that we created along our life time, all the while, at times, not even revealing our true feelings to the ones whom we love most or loved us most. We have come to accept for unconsciously, we have become one with the seemingly true self we allow ourselves to believe...undeniably tragic.
